love is not hearts and flowers
love is the points on the hearts and thorns in the roses,
darts
or maybe love is both
as far as we go, we’re all of that and more
human
confused and clueless
no one else would understand
us
like we do
no one understands (.)
some things do surpass experience
transcendental
but we both know we’re just fooling ourselves
we can’t possibly be all that we’ve ever wanted
and more
there’s no such thing
and to think that I’ve found it
with you
regardless of “feeling”
is a mistake
but there’s beauty
in the
b
re
akd
ow
n
and even though
with you
love always
hurts
and no matter what,
I can’t let go
at least the pain, though
raw
is real...
for the first time
I feel
Something
and now I understand
the grace
in a hunter’s skillful aim
as he pulls the trigger
and the
bullet pierces
the buck’s
still
-beating
heart.
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Submission Name: Beauty in the Breakdown
