both wound and knife

i am the cut and i am the blade,

bathing in the blood of who i used to be;

all my devotion turns violent.

i am the face of loves rage.

i must dip my hands in holy water just to touch you,

as loving you will haunt me for a lifetime,

and i rage as i choke on my sorrow of your absence,

because i refuse to surrender it all.

so dilute me and make me easier to love

i want to die in the war of my love for you

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

This piece is fierce, visceral, and heartbreakingly poetic — a storm of devotion, pain, and transformation.

[abbypullanlitandpoetry]

This sounds a lot like Anne Carson

stark honesty about love's violence and the way you turn yourself into both weapon and wound. The religious imagery cutting through the brutality, the paradoxes that feel like truth rather than cleverness. Keep writing, looking forward to the next one. Well done. AP x