You tell me you love me
as you split open
all the atoms
inside of me.
Eyes of the lion
peek through tall grass
with its intention to
own and slit the flesh
of a deer as its target
without a doubt.
At least the lion
does not claim
to love
what it
destroys.
YOU ARE READING
6 am
Poetry6 am is a collection of poems about the worst kind of pain a heartbreak serves. This is the poem to all the lovers that went wrong and too confused to describe how they feel out there.
