Love
Love
Love
It tears your heart
Into a million pieces
Not cleanly
As if sliced
By a surgeon's scalpel
With precision
And accuracy
No
From your breast it's torn
Ripped, mutilated
By grasping hands
Wished you'd never been born
Hate filled words
The uncaring
Who ignore
Blunt swords
Leave bruises
Veiled
Your soundless
Wails
Unanswered
Treat you
As second best
As if you're just
One of the rest
Why
Do
We
Hurt
The ones we love?
Because we can
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014
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