I do not try to trap you inside me, <br />To measure your tears and pluck <br />The value of your love out of our time. <br />This burning thread that weaves my skin <br />And your body and our night into one <br />Blanket of famous regret. <br />I do not try. I do not try. <br />And I do not laugh at what you call nostalgia. <br />But I cannot grieve at the sound of a glass fist <br />Breaking inside your chest.<br /><br />Masiela Lusha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-do-not-try/
