heart are (hardly)
'diplomatic'.
Jagged edges
of a dismal blade
run smoother
than those feelings
that overcome
one (or many).
It's messy yet
addicting; one
can(t) help but
fight for the
heartbreak.
I've been awarded
the awful pain
of those (few) words.
'I Love You's'
are never spoken
when deep in
the [politics] of
love.
Rather (reserved)
for befores
and afters.
***
So I've decided to start writing some poetry more often. I haven't done it in a very long time, and I used to really enjoy it so I shall.
This one is dedicated to my feelings on sex and love trying to coincide in one world.
Enjoy!
