The Love Devil
they call it love like itās soft like it doesnāt have teeth
but this thingā this red, screaming, wing-torn creatureā it doesnāt ask it takes
it wraps itself around your ribs pulls tight tighter until your heartbeat sounds like a warning siren
it laughs when you fall cradles you when you break then teaches you how to need the breaking
look at itā all angles and hunger and devotion running straight down a road it knows will end in fire
and still still it runs
because love isnāt safe it isnāt kind it isnāt clean
itās a devil with your name in its mouth and a promise it never intends to keep














