You Don’t Know What Love is Until It’s Beaten You to a Fucking Pulp

Did you love it?
To keep hitting
like an excited child
what has been hurt
as it tries to crawl away?

I had never loathed your biting
because all that you are
is teeth
and your teeth are
still in me.

I could feel you inside of my chest
like a heartbeat
and I didn’t know how
to get you out.

Well,
you just don’t know what love is
until it’s beaten you
to a fucking pulp.

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