by Dausy Gomez
Jar of Fireflies
    By Suemi Guerra

Every love story has a beginning,
middle, and end…
But you and I will never,
have a history or a past,
to cling on…
So you gag me with a jar of fireflies,
and my heart lights up,
like an x-ray…
When you whisper in my ear,
“I don’t love you.”
And my heart slowly crumbles,
into pieces.

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