Vase. Poem by Spunky jinx
Vase.
I want to break my hands of glass,
those hands that have kiss stains from you everywhere.
I can´t wait to clean, I can´t wait to take care,
I just want them to leave, I just want you to stay.
You pick up the pieces and try to join them back,
but you don´t know how to do it—you kiss and get cut.
You, hurt, and I, stolen, for you can´t help but keep,
a piece of your love, sunk deep in your lip.
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