Love can hurt sometimes
Not necessarily
Even romantic love
Love hurts
Friends grow apart
die
fuck each other over
Being human is hard work
Love hurts
Everybody dies alone
Yet we die together
Love hurts
Most people are
Just in it for themselves
Love hurts
When you're trying to be
Something bigger than self
Love hurts
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09 March 2014
15 December 2013
MORNING by April Michelle Bratten
On the morning
of your dark-sky cry,
your foreign howl,
your pale-handed fear,
you phoned to tell me
that I was no sunshine,
only a cloud
dressed in borrowed lightning.
You had fallen out of love with me.
I drove down Broadway
raining
skin and gray parts,
perplexed,
an incorrigible animal.
I phoned you back to say
you did not know me,
not really,
that I was no storm,
only a drizzle,
a water-horse,
eating mist over the day,
and please remember
my mouth is warm enough
to taste clean air.
April Michelle Bratten currently lives in Minot, North Dakota. Her book, It Broke Anyway, was released in 2012 by NeoPoiesis Press. (http://www.neopoiesispress.com/12401/100134.html) She edits Up the Staircase Quarterly.
of your dark-sky cry,
your foreign howl,
your pale-handed fear,
you phoned to tell me
that I was no sunshine,
only a cloud
dressed in borrowed lightning.
You had fallen out of love with me.
I drove down Broadway
raining
skin and gray parts,
perplexed,
an incorrigible animal.
I phoned you back to say
you did not know me,
not really,
that I was no storm,
only a drizzle,
a water-horse,
eating mist over the day,
and please remember
my mouth is warm enough
to taste clean air.
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