Coming to my Senses

A slap to the face,
stinging, throbbing skin;
This is what love feels like.

A fat lip,
metallic blood
coating the tongue;
This is what love tastes like.

Those horrible words,
ringing inside the head,
rinsing away all self worth;
This is what love sounds like.

One on the ground,
while the other hovers,
waiting for that perfect (terrible) moment
to let go of everything;
This is what love looks like.

Ash and smoke,
burning through the nose
as the house collapses on top of you;
This is what love smells like.

I lit the match.