Your kindness
brought me home again.
But was it love?
You picked me up and
throw me back, as I was
nothing but a potsherd
to find and leave behind.
But I had a crush on you,
and now I’m crushed for
my silly feelings in vain,
and the humiliation to
got them revealed.
But is it love?
——–
(…check up my earlier post 1 October 2012 “I’m nothing but a potsherd in your hand”…)
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