Love Hurts | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 364: LOVE HURTS

They told me that love makes stony hearts fluffy

and makes life worth living,

but they never told me

that love could get so close enough,

it chokes me with expectations I cannot meet.

They told me that love is life

stringed on sofa notes,

and music is the language of synchronized heartbeats,

but they never told me that love

could break me into a thousand rhythms

of blue songs on sad notes

They told me that the way to love someone

is to lightly run my finger over that person's soul until I find a crack,

and then gently pour my love into that crack,

but they never told me

you could pour sulphur, instead of love

into the gaping void that yearned for yours

It could be they'd lied to me,

It could be I misheard again,

It could be they intended an irony,

Who takes the blame?

#365DaysOfPoetry

#Pengician #SSA

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