Love by KEILA AURELIO
love looked like packing a bag
and running away
to sleep in a hotel
like a dozen flowers
for a dozen
unspoken apologies
an untouched dinner,
locked doors with fractured handles,
broken telephones and things flying across the room
while my brother and sister’s cries
fell on deaf ears.
helpless
(I’m sorry I was helpless too)
love sounded like screaming and yelling and sobbing
shattered glass,
and doors slamming shut
I dream about the echoes of love
love smelled like a six-pack of beers
Blue Moon to be exact
like creamy, rich sandalwood
from the burning of incense,
an aroma that kept a secret.
love was the colors
of blue and green and brown and purple
like the bruises left on my skin
love was red too,
like sore eyes
and the way
my skin flushed
after a harsh touch
loved tasted like salty iron on my tongue
as my lips bled
and my eyes wept
i’ve looked for a love that felt familiar
this is the only love
i’ve ever knownKEILA AURELIO is a junior pursuing a degree in English with a minor in business administration. For her, writing is like healing. She draws on past experiences to express herself.