The Beauty of My Love

How

could you even begin to think,

even entertain the idea

that I don't love you?

If I allowed myself

to stoop so

low,

I might say that I love you too much,

so much, that it's like

crashing

to the bottom of a Well,

drowning

in a lake of sewage.

Loving you is like

burning,

wrapping my hand around a piece of that stupid black cast-iron,

and becoming seared to it,

unable to let go

even though it hurts so much.

But that's the beauty of it,

my love for you is so

twisted.

It's like an infection,

inflamed and

so painful and

just a little unhealthy maybe.

I can't describe it in sparkling words,

my love doesn't glitter,

it rages.

But now maybe you'll say

something ridiculous,

maybe Hell, woman,

that doesn't sound like love.

Well,

I'd say

that shows how much you know.

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

Excellent take on what love means.