Haikus of conflict

By: Magdalena Mihaylova

A romantic sunset, or a burned-out flame?

if your smile was salt

i’d spill it purposefully

just for the bad luck

if your eyes were dust

i’d give myself allergies

then i could breathe you

if your arms were cold

i’d embrace them with passion

tight until frozen

if your heart was ill

i’d lean into the madness

deep, delirious

if it became wrong

if the pain lost its beauty

i would not know you