Love is the ultimate masochism.
Delicate
Precariously balanced
a tea cup
warm
and seductive
sweet
inevitably tips
Pieces of glass
I run to it
hold it tight to my heart
Pieces of glass
breaking my skin
I hold them close
and cover with kisses
Pieces of glass
breaking my heart
Love
is the ultimate
masochism.
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