Haikus
I
I thought it would happen,
Someday soon, but some day,
Is not a day of the week.
II
Your eyes say you love me.
Your mouth gobbles up the words.
And spews out non chalance instead.
III
My heart holds my breath,
Under a white pillow,
While anxiety stabs it gently.
IV
We have the same triggers.
Afraid of loving too much.
Unafraid of being hated for the same.
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