Brittle Love
So last night, I had the most epic sad love poem. Like, it make my heart ache. The thing was, the pen was over on the other side of the room, and I didnt want to lose the thought. Guess what, I lost the thought. And now I want it back. Now, I wanna recreate it. I need help with that. Here's what I have, I want ideas, comments, help, editing, everything.
I’m fragile and ill
And you trace my scars
Like the one the doctor gave me
For asking if he could help my heart ache
‘Cause both of us know how close to death
Love really brings you
But you hold me together as we use
Cupid’s arrow to slit our wrists
And use the sheets that held us
To cover us from the world we leave
Praying together that our funeral will be pretty
When we run away to paradise together
We have sinned all we want,
Whispered to God all the details
But you know more about me then God
‘Cause God doesn’t know our names
And we know sin lets us feel his ignorance
‘Cause I know you’re the one that created me
And you’ll take me apart the same way
And I’m fine with that.
Copyright © Lauren Duckworth | Year Posted 2011
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