Tough Love

February 8, 2011
Screeching your name in love
My blood lust veins racing through my body.
The sound of I love you scratches my heart
Leaving your mark

The rigid outline of your face lingers in my thoughts.
Wounds of the lonely days
Are vicious with claws so sharp I bleed tears

And in the end it’s all worth it as the abrasive touch of your hand,
Meets with mine.

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