Written by Dhruv Gupta.

I think I’m always going to crave pain in the form of love.

I wait for an excuse to

throw bombs,

while I prepare myself to dodge bullets because all I’ve ever known is warfare, and all I’ve felt is wounds.

My heart is on edge,

waiting for the next time

it trips and falls into disappointment, but the real disappointment is

how I am expecting all of this

from you.

We have all cut open other people, and you have stitched me up so well. You’ve healed me from the scrapes and bruises that you did not inflict, but here I am,

weapons raised,

waiting for a reason to attack.

I have found I do not tread lightly in love. I have my knife in my back pocket

ready for the fight, instead of the flight.

So please,

when you find yourself bleeding don’t say I didn’t warn you…

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Raw Whispers Magazine, edition 3.

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