Sick of his shit
she sits there and licks her soft lips
trying to voice her thoughts
she wants him to specify
why he became so dry
purposely made her cry
why he seemed more interested in her thighs
she has a reliable soul
she keeps it cool but sometimes the pain is undeniable
such a lovable soul
but instead of loving it, you wanted control
to take her whole and dig her in a hole
you have love at home
but you’re out in the streets loving the poles
she took a poll
everyone voted that you didn’t love her
everyone began to notice, the way you denied her
she sits in lotus pose
surrounded by cycles of breath
wondering if this love has come to its death
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