nights were spent in dreary talk
and watered-down affection
ill-advised flirting
coupled with silent sex
(a personal blow-up doll)
he was supposed to solve her problems
too bad he didn't realize
for all his jesus complex,
he couldn't save her...
tomorrow, she'd be gone
finally, away from men and memories
(from him.)
drink in hand,
she curls up in herself
she'd tell him tomorrow,
maybe a note on the door
(no extra baggage needed)
he's waiting for her now,
for more passionless fucking
she's cold,
a department store mannequin
she lies there stiffly, complacently,
writing the note in her head
(only one more night.)













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And I don't think its the overly tired no sleeping side of me either that does XD sorry its very lovely ^^
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beautiful piece, really.
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