Love, the word.
Love, the verb.
Love, the lie.
Love, the grave
I lay me down to rest.
Love, the poem
I can’t get out of my head.
Love, the feeling
ripped out my chest.
Love, the loneliness
strangling me at night.
Love, the wolf
burrowed under my bed.
Love, the heaving,
gasping chest.
Love, the sunshine
become the clouds.
Love, the unmade bed
where I lay all day.
Love, the rain
whispering at my window sill.
Love, the silence
of my phone.
Love, the texts
that never come.
Love, the mascara
staining my pillows.
Love, the scarlet sunset
from the beach I stand alone.
Love, the frozen memory
of slipping away in the night.
Love, the fight
desperate to keep away.
Love the boy
with the broke heart.
Love the fear
of being alone.
Kariana Writing 