Her love was like sweat
Of summer months
Oozing one moment and
Evaporating at the very next
Since I started loving you
You have become Mimosa
Folding inwardly at my touch
Why can’t you be another
type of Mimosa: a cocktail
Equal part Champagne and citrus juice
She told me that
She never thought about me
After I broke up with her
And I laughed
She said, “Seriously!”
To save myself from insecurities
I hopped from one relationship to another
Such relationships are like
Psychological make-up for my survival
Reading these sentences in my journal
I realized how vulnerable I have become
Somehow I needed to accept
This uncertainty that’s very human
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