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Posted in Love, Non-fiction, Personal, Poetry
Tagged doubt, fight, finish, heart, hurt, jealousy, joy, Love, pain, polyamory, race
I built you fragile metaphors in spent lighters and unfinished slow dances in coffee shops.
You built a dollhouse around your heart with grit on the walls to keep me from stealing you away from him.
Like you wanted me to. Like I wanted me to. But I’m too nice and you love too deeply to let me go.
Posted in Love, Personal, Poetry, Slam
Tagged altruism, coffee, dollhouse, hurt, insecurity, laughter, lighter, Love, metaphor, scars