Broken Love


Love is broken 

Splintered

Bleeding

Cracked between knuckles

We take glimpses of it 

Tucking them under our pillow

Filling our dreams with 

Stolen embraces

That only happened once

Or not at all

Getting on our knees

To wash feet

With our own hair

Seen as a weakness

A man would rather 

Get spit in his eye

Than wake up to the same woman

Twice

What a beautiful 

Event

We simply cast aside

Deciding we know best

By skipping steps

And running to what feels

On our skin

Instead of that sweet 

Satisfying 

Feeling

Of being enough

Completely

Totally

And only wanting to see 

Him

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