Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Personal, Uncategorized, Writing

Both Of Us Are Hurt

Both of us are hurt,

that’s just what people do, love.

Love is a sickness.

Both of us are hurt,

same fingerprints, mirrored wounds.

Wounded by wanting.

Both of us are hurt,

but tonight, we will be healed.

Healed in vain. In love.

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