LoveMature

Love

Isn’t as soft

As you want

To believe

it has teeth
and when
you’re bitten
those wounds
never close
it burns
like fire
through our lungs
and poisons
our blood
and
our lips
so we never

feel the same
again
every kiss
like a thorn
petals
falling
--
love
is harsh
like a hurricane
dripping
tornados
that wreck
our homes
and floods
that tear
our hearts
Love is not
simple
it is not soft
it is a volcano
it is an apocalypse
and we
can never
get
enough.

The End

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