How many hearts have been broken by a broken heart?
Love has become a gift only from indian givers
Where takesies and backsies are as common as x’s and o’s
Love has become a razor blade in the corner of our eyes
Even when we smile, we have a little cry
Where thoughts and cuts are the curse of emotion
Blood and tears can become synonyms
As we all wonder if we even deserve to show our teeth
Checking reflections to ensure the skeleton remains hidden
Can you see anything?
There’s so many who have bits of my heart
Stuck in their incisor
After they chewed and spit
While I sucked and swallowed
my lips and tears, I mean
Every day is a new day to change
As we all grow weary of our regifted pain
Like a toaster from the 80’s that hasn’t found a home
Homeless is like loveless, except one has a roof
But loveless is a cold no layers can warm
There’s no reason for either
Love comes from within
Without it, love and herpes become virtually
interchangeable
like the broken hearted hearts
and the razors we sew
in the corners of our eyes
This is super good. You are on a roll. Your brain is as sharp as ever.
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🙂 You are so sweet to me Yassie. Thank you.
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I so love your poetry. I agree with Yasmin!
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Thanks Vanessa! ❤ that's so sweet of you. Hope you are doing well!
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“…no layers can warm” you’re damn right!
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