The Inventory of Love
Retracing the trajectories of her lips,
Rebuking the claims set down by her lost eyes,
There has never been a more sorrowful count,
Than the inventory of old, used-up love.
#love
#pain
9 months ago
9 months ago
Vows and Tears
Taking out those hurtful words,
One by bloody fucking one,
Throwing caution to the birds,
Always on the goddamn run.
.
I had never done a thing,
Better than the thing I do,
Even when you got my ring,
Nothing other than a coup.
.
Blistered dreams and broken vows,
Hurt much less than I once thought,
Shattered so like farmers’ ploughs,
Love’s disease that I once caught.
#vows
#pain
9 months ago