Haiku #14
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Photo by Alef Vinicius on Unsplash
My mother lives on
every time I laugh - her voice
cracks against my teeth.
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When I was a child, I spoke as a child.
How stupid is it? For all I know you want me too And maybe you just don't know what to do Or maybe you're scared to say: 'I'm falling for you'
We paint a lover's tryst.
We're neither clear nor descript.
We kept it safe and slow.
The quiet things that no one ever knows.
You write such pretty words
But life's no story book
Love is an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt
Do you like to hurt?
I do! I do!
Then hurt me.