R.B.

Love is this, that, and the other

It is whatever, wherever, whenever

and above all,

Love is this ache, that pain, and the end of

feeling, dreaming, spreading wings

alone,

Love is knowing, waiting, forgiving, but never forgetting

spaghetti hoops, hummus and bagels

on nights that we jet off,

whilst sleeping with stains on pillow cases

talking, snoring, and laughing

of all the places,

Being here, there, anywhere at all

it matters not, because stripped bear of this, that, and the other

love is nothing more than us, forever

Pointless Fury

Tears of fury, tears of blood,

Passion and fire, but,

It’s all no good.

People mock, they laugh, and spite,

Never changing, no,

No matter the fight.

These fingers tight around my heart,

Silly little whispers, yes,

Yet no one will start.

Grind my teeth to ash and dust,

This I will do, this,

Because I must.

Tourture, agony, and lonely breaths

This all leads to one thing, stop,

Their pointless deaths.

 

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Thank you,

Beth.