I used to think love was something sweeter—
Softer, kinder, a gentle embrace.
But I was wrong.
Love is far more violent.
Falling for someone feels like tearing flesh from bone,
An agony you willingly endure.
It’s a collision of passion and pain,
An ache that consumes,
Leaving you raw,
Yet craving more.
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Alison Cloveheart
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I think you captured the soul of love as a pain filled agony both loved and not loved beautifully.
Amazing poem about real love
Love is many of these things. This is certainly one type, a type that changed you and decided who you are when all the pieces have went back together, well done!