When they speak of hurt
This is what they mean!

Cuts, bruises and burns Take their turns
Teaching the lessons
But
The viciousness of love
Shows the true definition
No evidence
It burns, bruises and cuts
Through it all

Love Coma
Caused by the blunt object
Of my affection
Untreated
Therefore infected
Sick intentions
Arise from the tension…

How can we claim
To love each other
And then hate?
There is no thin line
Between love and hate!!!!!!!!
The line that divides
Is thicker
Than blood

Clots
Seem to reminisce
Us
Coagulated
As we try to prevent death
I’m so glad you made it
To the point
You can take another breath
And calm
Before you leave me
Left
With my own sores
To pick through
The score is settled
I refuse to fight
If winning means
I proved
Why you
And I
Aren’t right!

Isn’t reality so much sicker than fantasy

We visualize
The direction we need to go
And laugh about the future
Smiles
You and I
Will share
With a pair of kids
And a wedding
That dawns
On the eve of our choosing
On a lawn
By a beach as we’re loosing
The last bit
Of separation
We’ll ever witness
And blend
Become one
Forever
And ever more

Reality
Snaps us back
As we snap
On each other
About the useless points
We make
That truly just shows
We’re only humans
Striving for perfection

What if by chance
You we’re perfected
Before I!!!
You’d leave me for Jesus
If I before you
The ****** Mary I’d subdue
So until we’re perfect angels
Lets settle
Not for the devil
But a few rebels
That try…

To Love