Love? Love is
empty houses and shattered plates
cuttlery hilt deep in the walls bleeding
ruined paper.
Love is eyes snapping open at
three in the morning the gooseflesh
crawling up your arms as the
blanket shrinks. Love is
a cold Sunday morning with
empty cabinents a bleeding
wallet. Love is
the pangs pulling your flesh tight across
your stomach, love is
the inability to swallow a single
word as your body rejects it spits it back
at the speaker like bile
it echoes hollowly, love is love is. Love is
an extended blade against your neck bleeding
the imminent threat, you fear the
possibility not the situation, love is
walking through an alley late at night
love is creeping shadows love is
claws stretching for your ankle love
is love is love is.
I love you baby your eyes are Empty the
words echo
hollowly, love is love is.