I entered an online poetry contest about a month ago. I got a letter telling me that I'm a semi finalist for the grand prize and that I've been published in an upcoming poetry book! I thought I'd share the poem that is going to be put in the book with all of you.
The Idea of Love
He was in love with the idea of loving her.
But the idea of love, doesn't hug back.
She didn't know, he existed.
He watched her, fall in love with someone else.
He was heartbroken. He ran up the stairs,
Looking for a new love.
The new love was sharp and beautiful.
He began to make himself one with it.
The slow repetitions of his love, began to cut deep.
They found him on the bathroom floor -
with a bloody razor blade in his hand: His new love.
The razor blade gleamed,
as the last bit of his bloody love dripped off of it.
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