Paper Cup by Anne Stephanie Cruz

Do not pour passion into a paper cup,
you risk burning away
its flimsy core of pulp.

Do not cling or become attached,
my purpose is clear—
to deliver but a single serving of joy
to your lips.

For paper cups,
promises do not hold water
inasmuch as we weren’t built strong enough
to make promises
much more carry them through.

So forgive me
if I’m the one leaving you crushed,
I should have warned you:
paper cups are only good for vending machine love.

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