“no pain, no gain”
i love her. no poem needed. she knows.
i love her. no questions asked. she just died
but i love her. heart felt passions simmering
in the noise of lost. i heard her die. i ignored.
i refused to hear what she said. i refused. i
am scared. a man hurting. i am done. not just done.
i put her heart in the garbage disposal unit. i
pulled out a strong knife. quartered. halved.
i placed her soul in whole. and i simmered. called
her name over and over again. no onion needed.
she was enough to make me cry. sex was
enough to make me bleed from multiples
orifices. closed and never wanting opening.
the lover found a path behind the trenches. hurt
negated by sweet sweet roll. i can’t.
leave this alone. i can’t forget the good things,
ouch. those were hurtful things. i love her.
i remember a little from a first night. moon
bright. maybe sun shone. i. don’t want
to forget the good times. avarice makes me
numb. i love her. fighting null.
happiest times of my life.
“…of silence, art and love!” [Friday, October 24, 2014]
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