A topic we will all someday write about in depth and detail.
Everytime I turn off the light
My past comes to life.
That no matter
How old I get,
I will always be five.
-Amuche da Poet
EXCERPT from her poem PTSD
That emotion usually following closely behind love.
Separating our shrugs from our hugs. Dragging us from our lofty heights
for fights mid street late nights throwing verbal left high pitched rights.
Follow us @lovepainpoetry on Twitter, Instagram or Facebook