Love
To my boyfriend, post fight
21-04-22
Is it love?
When feathery words laced in abundant trust
And love bound kisses of confidentially
Is thrust
Forcefully into nasty shit
Thrown from my mouth straight into my face
Like a cowardly punch thrown
My family
You say
Lower, beneath you.
My mentally ill mother who sustained brain damage,
Claws through a heartless Irish...
Friday 22nd April 2022 1:28 am
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