Bruises and Blisters
The Reality of Love Poems
I would carve my heart out
If it meant it could be yours
They say wrong timing is
The worst kind of enemy
And I didn't believe them until
It was holding me by the throat
Watching the air escape my lungs
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We write soft poems about love
But really it is brutal, isn't it?
I have a ghost haunting me but it
Looks too much like you to be the
Thing of horror films and I still
Have bruises and marks on my
Fingers from trying to pry my rib cage open
Just to get the beating inside
To quiet enough for me to sleep and
I still have blisters on my heels
From running
And running
And running
In a kind of way that got me nowhere
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In my dreams I am writing
Those soft poems on your skin
In my nightmares you are
Backing away from me before
My hands can touch you
In reality you are a
Room and a lifetime away
Looking down at the floor
As I stare straight at you
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Love is brutal! They say “it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all”, but I am skeptical. I would rather have the desire to love than the heartbreak of loving someone who doesn’t love back.