A Love Poem.Any words I come up with seem to come up shortMore Like This
compared to what I truly crave to say.
My love for you has become part of me,
intertwining with my need to breathe.
My heart no longer beats for one, but for two.
It aches and grows tired at times,
and my god does it hurt.
It’s the worst type of hurt.
The type that feels like you want to vomit out your entire being,
a knife lodged into your chest.
And as much as you want to pull it out,
you know that if you did you’d bleed out.
But then it starts up again, beating as strong as ever.
I find reason in opening my eyes every morning due to you,
and at times I can hate you for keeping me on this earth,
but in the end I will still curl up in your arms, searching for home.
Sometimes it feels far away, but when its near, it’s the best feeling in the world.
My hand refuses to let go of this precious rose