Tuesday, April 19, 2016

A short, nameless poem about life and love

He wore his ingenuity

like a popcorn bracelet,
a clever and useless
re-imagining.

She wore her dignity
like a match book cover,
serving only to keep her
memories combustible.

They wore their love
like a purple heart,
a misguided symbol
that heals no pain.

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