The more I love, the more I bleed.
Love peels the skin off my heart, leaves it naked in the open,
where every word can bruise, every silence can break bone.
I don’t fear pain, I fear how willingly
I walk toward it, arms open,
knowing the wound will be deep.
But I choose this ache.
Because closing myself
would hurt longer
than any moment
of loving you.
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Author:
Job Welime (
Offline) - Published: January 9th, 2026 00:19
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Your poetry is so deep and beautiful. You expressed how much love can hurt you yet also being the remedy, a common experience many of us share. Thank you for sharing something so deep. Great work.
With love comes pain be it temporary separation of a fight or trip or permanent in divorce or death but there can be no joy without sorrow to compare it to. A lovely write
And we are so willing to love, aren't we? Though we know it will hurt...it must be in our human nature! Beautiful expression of how much love hurts!
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