Swift flew the season
wind chill commits treason
smooth talks and movie dates
holding hands, tempting fate.
You leave clothes in my bedroom
poke through the sunroof for headroom
say "there's really no one like you."
I wonder how many people you lied to?
Our memories steer clear of any vibrant color
ordinary people doing awful things to each other
at the heights of our "love" that fizzled fast
the only place you belong is the past.
Venom coats the tip of your tongue
piercing veins of the heart you won
rough patches still left in tatters
just like before, here, and after.
Consciences bereft of any apology
a result of furious, reckless psychology.
About the Creator
DEUXQANE
93% of communication is non-verbal. Here's the other 7%.
I'm a licensed therapist. I love my kettlebell, steel mace, and rower. I've a soft spot for sci-fi, rollerblading, herbalism, poetry, drag race, EDM, and spending time in nature.
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Frenetic pace! Cool work Deuxqane! 👏👏