Notes About The Poem
Imagine the love Bonnie and Clyde had.
Broken: Outlaw Love
When you pulled those stitches out,
You left a scar, a stain,
To remind me of that illicit year,
Of living with insane,
Of knowing that we stole each day,
Like criminals in plain sight,
We danced our dance with all we had,
But then would come the night,
And we’d stay awake in different beds,
In different rooms and different homes,
And fret the day we’d cut each other,
When our love would be exposed,
So now I have a simple scar,
After my chest was slit apart,
A scar that doesn’t want to heal,
Tattooed across my heart.
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