| Something Worth Braiding For If I split you in three And braided you back up Would you crimp and frizz? I don't think you would Stay you, because a piece of Me would probably get Braided in, even though I Didn't mean for it to, And just like that, The scent of jasmine would Leave a stain on your heart, And beloved fingers would leave Their prints all across mine. Somewhere, the edges of You And Me blend together, and We'll never be able to separate Us in the End of it all; it will End, won't it? Is this why we Cling to the memories at the End like brown butterflies To their vibrant flowers, to Avoid having a part of Ourselves torn away as the Love once felt crumbles to Pieces, a shard of glass under A boot heal, broken until Someone cares enough to Piece it back together. Even Then, the places that were Once ripped apart are visible By the cement between. Is it Better, then, for me not to Braid you, when we've Already seen the end? love poems anonymous |