Falling in love with you
was like falling into
a glittering snowbank:

dazzling and bright
and overwhelming,

but then it left me
cold and wet and sick,
feeling like I’d never be able
to be warm again.

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1 Response to Glittering

  1. Abbie Smith says:

    Harsh. But crisp. You just start to settle in for a love poem when the cold slaps you. 🙂

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