I remember our love like a bruise
It’s ugly and painful
The pain is not what I would’ve wanted to choose
It throbs day and night
Seems to have its own pulse
It drives me crazy with all its might
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Author:
Cheesencrackers (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 26th, 2026 22:48
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Comments1
This poem speaks of an ongoing attraction that is called love but acts like something else. Well written
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