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
Oh, THAT sort of love, A verse of a song plays in mind:
“Tell me how, if you think you know how,
People love when there’s no tomorrow,
And still not cry when its time to go?
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Nicole – one kind of love
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The divine Nicole Lyons
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I asked myself too many times.
What is there to Love,
about him? But the constant struggle to get along. I loved him so very much. My adult child,,,,
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