there are seven faces of love.
sometimes, it comes surging up
like a swollen foot with blisters around.
sometimes, it's just there, unbothered.
sometimes, it grows into a new person;
lethal to both the lover and the beloved.
it is the wild animal gnashing for the last bit of bread.
it is the grief of being a daughter.
it is the time spent at the counter waiting
to receive the person mother asks you to
even though you hate waiting.
it is the word of tomorrow.
you have never seen God
and you still believe Him.
there are seven faces of love and it's all the seven deadly sins.
it's dangerous, the things i know about love.
i've never been in love.
