i bought plastic flowers
because it reminded
me that our love
was just like
plastic flowers
made to resemble
but not to be
living, breathing
loving
lavanders blooming
crafted, not born
fleshless and boneless
we do not burn
we do not break
we melt, we poke
ourselves our
holes
thinking that our love will last,
like plastic flowers, fake. just fake.
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Broken Pieces
PoetryWhat happens when the image of self is lost? Where does one begin to look for their 'self'? Broken Pieces is a collection of poems that explores and addresses the emotions that make us human: love, the absence of, and the discovery of love for self...
