I had to pull out my pen for this—
Stab myself and bleed onto the page,
Show my soul raw and undone,
So the world knows love won.
Unraveled, I scream, “Fuck shame!”
A soliloquy straight from the brain.
If I’m posting love poems again,
You already know—something insides changed.
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Comments (8)
That was beautiful. Well done.
This is incredibly moving
Good that blood is renewed, that you can keep on writing, because this is intense and beautiful.
Oh wow, so dark and intense! I love it!
Bleeding onto the page, what's love got to do with it and all that jazz.
Very poetically dark for sure, I will share this in one of the Facebook dark poetry group.
Great image to match your words, we all bleed onto our pages at times
Powerful wow 🏆✍️