Posted in Poetry, Prose, Relationships

Are You in Love?

“Are you in love?”
she asked
as she jabbed me
with her pen
Pointed questions,
always hurt my feelings
leaving me bruised
and battered, wanting
yearning, grasping for
the pain and pleasure
of her sharpened wit….



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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