A poem #57 – Ours is a love made for darkness

Ours is a love made for darkness,
to shield our eyes from the things that we do.
Hiding within our very own shadows,
dreaming of a world of red and blue.

Ours is a love that is frail by light,
so tragic and naked and brittle and thin.
We shrink into the gaps between the floorboards,
endlessly tearing at each other’s skin.

JP Collins

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