I love how you’ve braided your regrets
To the playful corners of my hair
Your dirty secrets and left-overs
Dangle from my loose shoulders
As passers-by point a finger at me
I’m left to hide under my scarf,
I woke up to a bitter taste in my lips
Your kisses start to poison me
But still I can’t decide
If your words did get to kill me first
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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