It is easy to pluck chrysanthemums  
than holding him in your hands.
Ofcourse love is going to bite you 
with its fangs and gift you an open wound.
But then you are a tarnished photograph, because his thumb print 
is pinned in your jaw line.
It is easy to close your mouth 
than kissing his lips.
Ofcourse you are going to regret.
But then you are a fallacy 
because you are an orphan 
tying to find a home.
It is easy to let him go 
than pleading him to stay.
Ofcourse, you are going to look at  
naked stars and cry for years.
But then you trip over memories 
once in a while, so that you can breath 
It is easy to euthanize a poem 
than feeding it your blues and yellows.
Ofcourse God will look at the 
cruelty of the sin you are performing
with milk teeth and big eyes
But, then you are a beautiful absence, 
because you miss his eyes 
which are prayer shaped.

/Spring has arrived , 
but you still wear sweaters:
Your winter follows dinner etiquette 
blindly /




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