Love As A Lark

A Poem

Rebeca Ansar
Nov 5 · 1 min read

addiction masquerades skillfully as love.

she is half-identity, scraped from stumbled stride
while he’s a rickety bike she will one day throw aside

it leaves a bitter taste on belligerent tongues
this poisonous hankering for a rancorous end
this coming together to fall further apart

such valuable substance, matters of emotion
reduced to maybe a nickel more than a lark.

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B.A. South Asian Studies| B.A. Cognitive Science| Exploring the human condition through writing | Hyphenated American |Intersectional Feminist | rebecaansar.com

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