All the sycophants, they love to make romance.

Love is the word falling from my lips
drips like poison
wreaking havoc as it goes.
Love is the word carved into my brain
and into my wrists
but never in my heart.
Love is the word that makes me laugh
because it's nothing but a dirty joke.
Love is the word that makes me cry
whimpered sobs in the middle of the night
hands clasped desperately against my chest
clawing
digging
palms red from
searching
for that word.
Love.





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