Lovelorn

Poetry is the possibility

of language – love

I am love; the aftermath of

seduction, authentic to

the core

I’m feeding on

love like scraps,

like scraps  and whores;

I am love

Distorted contorted

my mind torn

I’m blind to love

they seek to cure,

they can’t see the pain

that lies behind

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