He's the dagger
twisted in my gut,
all the pretty words
dolled up with a
smile that is anything
but pure or true.
He's a spicy treat,
when all I'm looking for
is something sweet.
Perhaps it's wrong of
me, to search for love
in eyes that wander so
far I have to make
maps of their journey.
He has me falling
from the tallest crevices
with promises to catch
me with arms that are
already holding another.
He's a lost cause,
a candle blown out,
the stolen kiss that
was never returned.
But I'd bet all my
money on him within
a heartbeat if he said
he felt even a mere
shadow of what I did.
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