Love Poem: This Hurts

This Hurts

This love stuff is a demon.
This mess hurts awfully.
I'm in the era of hard feelings.
I wish that this love bicycle,
Would stop wheeling.
This love stuff hurts.
I wish that this stuff would leave.
I guess that's what I get,
For wearing my heart on my sleeve.
This love crap needs to be leaving.
This love mess is a demon.



wrote 1-20-10