She uses words that make men purple and blue inside,
and hides behind the criticism that she wields like a loose dagger…
and the fact that he still loves her makes him sadder and sadder…
like what is the use for such an unreliable emotion…
what is the point of loving amongst the pushing, shoving, and eyes cutting…
what’s the point of reaching or believing the nice only to end up on the floor retrieving
the pieces of broken self she’s left…
how many times does one have to be taken on the same ride before he know what comes next…
The End.
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