​Wounds

Just something that came to me that I thought I’d share-I don’t know what to classify this as so I chose ‘poetry’ as it seemed closest:

Love has left wounds deeper than any made by hate. For the wounds from hate.. were expected and anticipated even. The wounds caused by love though? They struck hard and deep. Unexpected and never seen coming. Like a nuclear explosion in the dead of night the wounds caused by love manifest in the calm of night..obliterating the heart so unexpectedly and leaving nothing but tarnished memories in its wake.