Love Is Like A Papercut

Love, it's the thing that takes years to find

but only moments to destroy.

The blood dripping from your veins

as you pour your heart out to someone.

The tiny knick that feels like so much more.

Love is meant to be a good feeling,

laying in the sun on a cool summers day,

the fresh lemonade cold in its glass.

But in reality, love is a piece of skin

bleeding at such an insignificant slice.

Blood rushing to the surface,

hot tears that have been held at bay,

the banks of our water lines

not being able to contain the hurricane within.

Love is not the magical thing we see on television,

rather it is the death we imagine as we sink beneath the waves.

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