TOURTETTES OF LOVE
Grabbing
for you heart
Kicking
my teeth in with the violence of my jerking, clasping fingers.
Screaming
your name;
the
sweetest, dirtiest, most holy curse.
Excused for
once:
MENTAL
ILLNESS
Verified
by the diploma wielding expert.
It must
be true, at last.
A smile
lighting the fuse
Let the
explosions commence.
(2-7-12 BEL)
Short and to the point and very well written. Great job!
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