What love does…


The subtle pronunciation of hurt caress my cheeks in the form of a tear.


I’ve seen too many souls brittle and bruised baring you’re disease carrying itself as if a butterfly

Just one damn butterfly in your stomach

Making you feel so valued

But, Love…

Does it hurt

To see the precaution of your existence

So many woman…

beging for validation,empathy, your soft deadly caress

Crying as though crying is as important as breathing

So many woman!

Upon my last words I greet the danger that is you, for love is no good to me not even good enough to try. -C.V

a Poem I wrote a while back.