My kind of love….

I don’t want paper love
Coupled with staples
Easy to pluck with something edgy
Then what?

We are shattered
And our scars scattered
All over, like water on a slippery floor
As we re-visit our
Self-destructive mode

I want to melt like a metal
Dissolve in you
With an inseparable knot
It doesn’t come easy, isn’t it?

It’s painful and discomforting
With wounds all over us
Eternal marks that will sting our egos
No matter how rusty and messy it is
It will at least put an end
To our fickle emotions

As we lock our love in a shell
And drown it deep within our souls

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