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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