ripped
out a page from my history
my
indiscretions shrouded in mystery
heart
beating a cathartic rhythm
out
of nowhere you suddenly attack
and
leave behind a wall of scar tissue
wrung
cupid's neck 'til the bones snapped
it
felt better knowing love's not an issue
dry
and empty, my heart withers to black
Acrostic
Poem
Copyright
© 2014 by Patrick B Vince
Love is a Four Letter Word
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