Your lips say I love you
But your hips have bite marks
That don’t belong to me
How can I ever believe you?
There is nothing quite like
The tingly anxious butterflies
Of new love, like breathing
In the first fresh flowers of spring
And there is nothing quite like
The suckerpunch to the gut
Of love’s betrayal, leaving you
gasping for air sharp as razorblades
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
Your lips say I love you
But your hips have bite marks
That don’t belong to me
How can I ever believe you?
There is nothing quite like
The tingly anxious butterflies
Of new love, like breathing
In the first fresh flowers of spring
And there is nothing quite like
The suckerpunch to the gut
Of love’s betrayal, leaving you
gasping for air sharp as razorblades
Request permission to use this poem