What if love could hurt? Not the cute kind poets stitch on paper Not the butterflies that starve in your stomach Not the hollow ache of unanswered texts Or the echo of a name that no longer answers back Hurt like bruised marrow Hurt like betrayal snapping your bones one by one Like lies lodging in your throat until silence feels safer than breath. What if tears weren’t water...But glass And every sob cut you open from the inside out? What if heartbreak was not a metaphor,But a diagnosis? And love was terminal. Imagine Every “I love you” becomes a trigger Cupid holsters no arrows He carries a pistol Every smile of hers,Every memory,Every whisper of her name A Bullet to the skull until even thoughts bleed And sex?sex safe Skin to skin is survival But Love has no condom You go in raw,unprotected...every time you drop your guard, You gamble your soul without insurance So tell me, would you still chase it? Would you still beg for the poison kiss If passion meant paralysis? Would you still romanticize the noose If the rope spelled out her initials Because truth is...If love could kill the way it claims to heal We’d all be corpses...Stacked like verses in a forgotten poem And maybe that’s the point Love already does hurt like death We’re just too addicted to the funeral To notice the coffin fits