Poetry of The Mind, The Soul, The Heart, And Any Other Broken Thing

Love

For when skin parts,
And there is a gap between our lips,
Time will stop and I will not be able hold hate,
For you have sent ur sweet words in me,
But they're twisted are they not?
You are twisted are you not?
We all are, are we not?
Well your words were sharper then any razor
And you cut my neck open from the inside out,
But now that I'm here left bleeding,
I'll write ur name in my blood,
To let them know,
I'm a victim,
Of love.
Your love.