If This Is Love

I don’t want it

Photo by Mar Cerdeira on Unsplash

My dance for this piece

If this is love, hypocrisy versus hate
If this is a dream, then I beg to awake
If this is life, then what’s in for death

Hold me tight
Tighter, almost there
Don’t touch me

You long me
You wrong me
You’re gone now, not me though

There are no rainbows to distract the apparent pattern
And if there are by mere coincidence, a loop of luck had to end
They are nourished by immense painful drops, to reconstruct a new horizon

This coconut had been drifting for too long
Still, salinity proof but agitated by endless rolling, hoping, sprouting in artificial beaches, they are all seemingly fertile yet turn out fatal

These peanut butter smiles you spread on my face
I don’t lick my lips any longer, I spit, I spit concrete to mold a statue I will hold as a trophy for my heart-won-wisdom almost too hardened to feel ever again

My frog skin had swapped colors, textures and temperatures
Am I allergic to the world or is it my resilience refusing to let fresh…