The Currency of Love

Whoever said “love don’t cost a thing” lied 

Cause, when you

Add up the broken heart of the whole 

With each shatter, fragment multiply the tolls

Combine that with every tear shed 

Factor in every hollow word 

Then increase all the confusion 

Triple it with empty promises 

Double the dimensions of deceit 

The ache plus infinity 

Credit now ruined

Love equals debt 


April is National Poetry Month, and for the 30 days of April, I will write a poem each day.

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