Haiku 10

Tell me, is this real:

do you truly love me when

you still sleep with her?

 

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Dotting My Arms and Crossing My Stars

Is there hope in having our fingers crossed,

Or are we destined to be forever star-crossed?

Should I hope that these arms locked,

Will keep each other from falling apart?

 

Will the vows that from your lips promised

Be all that you said and more than it?

Maybe all that I’ll ever be is a skeptic,

But I question the strength of a mindless heart.

 

Love, you leave me breathless, yes you do

You also make me feel helpless, that much is true.

Like a child following blindly, is how I feel with you

Loving and being loved by you is a deconstructive art.

Works of Art

We were the couple others admired

Yes, we were inseparable

An extension of the other

I, the present moon

And you, the companion star

We caught the eyes of those below

Making them believe in love

Aspiring to be like us above

 

Yet it was all an appearance

Me- reenacting what I knew,

A reflection of reciprocated affection

You- giving coldly expressed attention.

 

These distant galaxies of which we take part

Shape us into these pedestaled works of art.