thorns
she would bite her lip before she would kiss me
i loved that
i gave her roses
and removed the thorns with bloodied fingers
i scribbled down her name
in a swift and ready verse
she hid my letters in her guarded purse
she was mine
she loved me with tears that would roll and run
she loved me all stalwart like a shotgun;
completely
seriously
fatally
i was too young for this kind of love
and her passion proved crippling
and rippled through my life
like a serrated hunting knife
essentially this girl in love
eventually lost my love
but she still bit her lip
took her love underground
and loved me in private
.
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