Hathaway Lennings Poet Free verse

Cuts

Love
What is it
Does it 
Have to be
From someone else
Or can it be for yourself
There isn't always that 
Though
There are cuts
And 
Scars 
And blood
That come from
That hate 
For yourself
It's not
Stress
It's hate
Pure hate
For
Yourself
When 
You don't feel good
Or when don't like
The way you look
So you  
Bleed
When you don't like
The way you act 
So you 
Bleed
When you don't like
The way the universe wants
You to live your life
You
Make
Yourself
Bleed
It's 
Relieving 
It's frightening 
But it helps
The cuts
And scars 
Help 
Even though 
You need help
They help

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Rob Levasseur December 24, 2020 at 11:54 AM Riveting from the start. I loved how you kept each line so brief, it certainly gave your poem some power. I enjoyed this very much. Well done!