I love you,
truly I do,
but I like you only
when you’re a memory.
(To be continued…)
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I love you,
truly I do,
but I like you only
when you’re a memory.
(To be continued…)
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He asked if he could take me to lunch,
say,
a café.
That’s a waste of money, I replied,
and besides, I’d rather eat under a tree,
fresh air and sound of bees.
Make something and bring it to me.
(To be continued…)
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He whispers sweet somethings in my ear.
I smile, aware that I’m dreaming.
Gutted inside and mind,
waiting for the next stab in the back.
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Women, men,
deep and shallow,
we all want to be liked,
appreciated,
ultimately desired.
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In my dream,
he kissed me passionately,
told me I was beautiful.
He licked my neck and said:
“I wanna fuck your brains out!”
… And other terms of endearment,
such I dream.
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