Blackout poetry #28.

to throat
to neck
we’re lovers with passion spent
on both sharp knives
and soft kisses

The fact of the matter is; sometimes caring hurts and sooner or later, we will all hurt the ones we love the most. Still, it doesn’t mean wounds can’t heal and what’s broken can’t be mended, and it certainly doesn’t make me want to care any less.

//Hanna

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