Poetry

Twisted

Twisted

a Poem by Raquel Swann

Our love is twisted,

tattered and torn

scornful, dangerous,

messy and unrecoverable.

Yet, you stay.

Yet, I stay.

For others?

What about us?

When do we get to be happy?

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