Playing with poetry

Love Isn't

With meticulous, exquisite care
rip my heart to shreds.
Love is patient.

Sweet words pass through your lips
searing bitter truths across my flesh.
Love is kind.

Secrets surrendered in soft places
honed to blades embedded in my spine.
Love does not act unbecomingly.

Facets of memories like prisms refracted
throw grotesque pictures on once-clean walls.
Love keeps no record of wrongs.

Brilliant smiles hide your atrocities
as I writhe in agony on the floor.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.

A fortess of lies.
Love always protects.

An assault of excuses.
Always trusts.

Calculated manipulations.
Always hopes.

The familiar silhouette of your retreating frame.
Endures all things.

No remains of a heart obliterated.

Love never fails.