POETRY | CRASH & BURN

About Us

I’m not sure if there’s anything nice left to tell.

Lost in those moments where our eyes met in a distorted, rose-tinted glass. The crash was as spectacular as the illusion of perfection we’d created.

Photo by M. on Unsplash

if i have to write
a poem about us
i suppose i will write
about our first kiss
kiss of cinnamon
your sweet and warm lips
melting away all my logic
and how it gone downhill
from there

Previously published on 15th March 2018

©Emika Oka

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