There’s something sharp about the way I love you. The charred edges, jagged cuts inside clean holes, they fit with wire claws. This love, it breaks me into finite sand, slicing at my persistence, yet I endure. I hang on, fingers bleeding, clinging to this razor love, this poignant pain that traverses my insides. And […]
This, is What a Bad Love Looks Like…
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