It didn't turn out pretty,
not a picture perfect fairy tale,
not the way we planned; but it was real.
There were fights, and fists, and
tears. And so much screaming,
I thought my words would catch
the house on fire.
And now I wander empty hallways,
sip my tea in silence, staring--
at the photograph of us; smiling,
and I can't kill the pain--
So, instead, I will capture the beauty of it.
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Please Don't Touch
PuisiPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
