Emotional Poetry: Love’s Compelling Affliction

Cold wind strikes my skin.  
Each gust hits me 
like sharp shards of glass. 
It attacks every inch of me.  
Cuts down to the bone 
and deep into my core. 
I fall numb to the pain 
as shivers turn me warm. 
I take comfort in the affliction 
my fear slowly transitions into love. 
It’s compulsive. It’s all consuming.  
Bruises or leftover kisses. 
I can no longer tell the difference. 
My soul tied to yours for eternity. 
You are all that I want to see 
even if you’re the one blinding me. 
Your voice is all that I desire. 
The screeching torture bleeds my ears. 
Your air is all I crave 
full of toxins poisoning me. 
I will breathe you in until I die.  
I won’t ever leave. 
I won’t even try. 
I will love you to my grave and back.

To be loved by a poet… or to love like a poet. is to experience the highs and the lows beyond imaginable. Experiencing the duality of your muse being both who you yearn for and who you yearn to separate from. Love always turns into art whether it lasts or not.. you say heartbreak I say inspiration

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