The love search

Don’t know what love is but I know what it isn’t Trying to hold onto something reminiscent Anger, malice, and strife Words cutting deeper than any knife Fear creeping in and suffocating all logic Replaying the past as if it’s chronologic Picking up shards, bloody hands wrapped in cloth Trying to drown out their intentional scoff Empty apologies tossed at your feet Like something you can’t return without a receipt Repairing lost self esteem Behind closed doors live things unseen Patterns that are toxic Gripped from the inside, can’t breathe, anoxic. Feeling depleted Trauma so deep seeded Trying to escape the explosive anger, slamming doors, and repeated clangor Nightmarish grips on your heart Leave you longing to depart Feeling trapped in this dance Fight or flight stance Disassociate or try and negotiate I long to break the vicious cycle To one day have peace be the title