So this is love?


Can’t breathe;

the pain so deep

tears at my soul, and, my heart

fit to explode

runs like a train on broken tracks

derails and hurtles down the cliff.



at the bottom, scared;

so cold I feel each heartbeat

like stabbing ice

so dark, the blackness palpable

encloses me and I can only whimper.


Oh dear God, help me

I can’t get out

Knees buckle and

my stomach knots.


But I can crawl.


Back to the light

the light that blinds;

so strong

it hits me

breaks more bones

but I can’t stop

hypnotic, like a drug…


So this is love?



Wendy Anne Darling


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  1. Thank you, Stevie! It’s an odd thing… I started writing poetry when I was 9 years old… before I started writing stories, drawing, or just about anything else, but I got out of the habit of doing it. I get more ‘likes’ and comments on my poems than on anything else though; do you think the universe is trying to tell me something? 😀


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