Friday, February 4, 2011

no true romance

hunger stroke. antisinister under lighter
pulling your hair further. she is tired
she announced, pushed against your chest and
got up to leave.

she is late for her shift
could not stop her from leaving
buried in under the words you
wanted to say. left wanting,
right needing. the ride has reached the
destination. without further
consideration towards
termination.

pseudo smiles symbolic
plastic tramp
turns into a frown
guilt or sulk something should
i feel ? its a mystery
if she knew or just letting be
vacant that love is
no longer in bloom
as she exited out the room.

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