Love Hurts
Your love would never die
though it was slowly killing her
every time she dragged the blade
life oozing from whithin
In all the shiny pools of blood
all the sharp instruments
every scar that was wrought
your love was reflected there in
The times which you made her sick
she regurgitated your love into
the toilet bowl where it swam about
mucus and bile mixing with your face
She would crawl through
every gutter for you
but you abused her in a way
no masochistic act could replace













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