Show me your wounds, love
Maybe I can ease your ache.
Shall I kiss the pain away?
Shall I hold you while you break?
Far too many people have tried and ran away at the sight of blood.
Scared of the mess.
Terrified of getting their hands dirty.
But I know what it feels like to pick out shards from your skin,
to clean your wounds,
to search the rubble for anything useful.
I know because I have done it before.
And I will do it again
Hugging couple VIII
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