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Patricia O'M


True Love Hurts


He said it was the touch of love
But it hurt
Didn’t he love me?
I wanted so much for him to love me
So I accepted the touch of love
It only hurt more

One day, he did not only touch
He lay over me and covered me with his love
It hurt me but I figured
Maybe true love hurts
Red, trickling down from me;
The colour of love?
Maybe this was how love felt

I wanted him to love me
I let him touch me and cover me with his love
Sometimes, it hurt and other times, I was numb
If true love hurt, I could be loved no better than this
I wanted to hear him say it,
So I asked;
“Daddy, do you love me? ”

Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013
Edited: Saturday, March 30, 2013
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