Tasting Pain – The Remix

I loved him – intensely.
Throat bared, holes in the walls,
sirens wailing – intensely.

But god, did I love him.
I knew we would end
before we had even begun.
But my name was blackened
on his chest and
confessions had been whispered
at three am and
I couldn’t breathe without him.

And until you have
tasted pain as sweet as his,
you can’t begin
to understand.

© Nicole Lyons 2017