This is What I Know About Love

This is what I know about love.
It is dangerous.
Painful.
Hard.
Wonderful.
All encompassing.
Comforting.
Something that I fear.
The things that you love can so easily go away.
Or hurt you.
I can trace out
In my skin
The words that made me believe
That we are done
The things you repeated
Like a holy rosary
Until they became
My gospel truth
The places you now fail to touch
Echo with the words
You used
To remind me
Of my failings
How can I walk
Into tomorrow
With the scars of all of this
Still bleeding through my shirt?