Wednesday, July 13, 2016

A Kind Of Love

There is a kind of love that’s like a sliver
   Beneath your fingernail—it bites and aches—
A love where every gift will wound the giver,
   A love that will feel empty when it takes—
A love that makes you want to claw your chest
   To tear your heart out—that makes you a hearse
At weddings, kick cute puppies, and infest
   The world with what you suffer from: the curse
Of honesty. Because it’s true—love lies
   When it says “Feel me and you’ll feel no pain.”
There’s always pain! It just comes in disguise,
   Like a great bowl of sweets that hides ptomaine.
      A love that happily wears Hate’s tattoo—
      And that’s the kind of love I feel for you.


Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells

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