Titles are Overrated

Part 113

Why is it

that love is like

ripping off a plaster?

I'm afraid 

of the pain,

that you'll see all 

the blood and gore. 

I'm not quite sure

how all the cuts

and scrapes

came to be,

but I promise

I'd keep you safe.

The darkness,

nor pain,

would not touch you 

and your flawless skin -

please pardon

the scars on mine. 

had us in stitches, but now we're bleeding