Tear Catcher

I realized that all I write about

is you.

It's not that you are the root

of all my suffering-

but that you are always

present in it.

I hurt myself

with blades, and drinks

and words.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

When memory is a razor and spent passion poison we write such things. Better out than in.

[Coyote Poetry]

When we know passion. When we give everything away. We will bleed.
"I hurt myself
with blades, and drinks
and words."
The above lines. Epic. Sometime when we know pain. We know we are alive dear Anna. This is poetry dear poet. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote