I killed a woman with words tonight

And although I spoke them gently and never once raised my voice in anger
she came away black and blue and very fucked up

I sliced her open and ripped out her heart
all because I loved her more than I had ever loved another

And as I watched her rage and reel
I wondered whether it was really enough
could love provide us warmth and succor and time to heal

Or was the lesson learned
there was never enough


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