Lips like shards of broken glass
like bittersweet Narcissus and
the remains of a once-proud Egypt.
A faulty cupid’s bow
a sinister smirk of Himeros—
I mistook you for Anteros. A
simple mistake;
three letters off
three words lost in translation
a declaration with no apparent meaning.
New age romance, my dear,
is all for naught.
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
Lips like shards of broken glass
like bittersweet Narcissus and
the remains of a once-proud Egypt.
A faulty cupid’s bow
a sinister smirk of Himeros—
I mistook you for Anteros. A
simple mistake;
three letters off
three words lost in translation
a declaration with no apparent meaning.
New age romance, my dear,
is all for naught.
wounded puppy love at its finest.
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