I’ll cross my broken heart more times than you’ll ever choose to fix it.
The pieces will continue to fall, no matter how much glue I apply.
You treat me as though I am poison yet remove the cap and devour me whole…
Then wonder why I’m barely alive.

"SOME POEMS FROTH AND FOAM AND RISE ... OUT OF MY MORNING CUP OF MIST-SWEETENED COFFEE"
- SANOBER KHAN, TURQOUISE SILENCE
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