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Window shopping Her latest fling was trying to muster the nerve to say in plain English he wanted to be single- But she had already read the signs in his body language, I guess he never knew she was bilingual- Her hopes were cuffed on trial inside her chest, Love had a public defender, but it never stood a fair test - It took the plea deal, maybe that’s why she settled for less - She put a freshly ironed smile on every day, even though she was still healing - She wanted to dress modestly, so she covered up her feelings- She never pulled her emotions out of the closet because it was too revealing- She knew most of the men were just window shopping. They only deemed her physically appealing- They wanted possession, not attachment, it was for access- Love interest became like modern payments, contactless- She fell for the speed of love at first sight But shattered when she saw how fast fashion bites- She was wife material, but the male gaze cut her down - Like sleeves trimmed short to fit the fashion now The old saying, hurt people hurt people was stuck in her head like a melody - She is done with confusing a mutual connection for someone else's retail therapy - She was done languishing on racks, with price tags that were attached to her- No longer will she be imprisoned by labels, even if they were heralded like clothes from a designer - Now, she is the only seamstress who could design her- She walked out of the store with confidence, the security didn't even flinch- Since no alarms went off because all her tags had been removed.-
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May 22
May 22, 2026 at 3:22 AM UTC
Window Shopping
Window shopping Her latest fling was trying to muster the nerve to say in plain English he wanted to be single- But she had already read the signs in his body language, I guess he never knew she was bilingual- Her hopes were cuffed on trial inside her chest, Love had a public defender, but it never stood a fair test - It took the plea deal, maybe that’s why she settled for less - She put a freshly ironed smile on every day, even though she was still healing - She wanted to dress modestly, so she covered up her feelings- She never pulled her emotions out of the closet because it was too revealing- She knew most of the men were just window shopping. They only deemed her physically appealing- They wanted possession, not attachment, it was for access- Love interest became like modern payments, contactless- She fell for the speed of love at first sight But shattered when she saw how fast fashion bites- She was wife material, but the male gaze cut her down - Like sleeves trimmed short to fit the fashion now The old saying, hurt people hurt people was stuck in her head like a melody - She is done with confusing a mutual connection for someone else's retail therapy - She was done languishing on racks, with price tags that were attached to her- No longer will she be imprisoned by labels, even if they were heralded like clothes from a designer - Now, she is the only seamstress who could design her- She walked out of the store with confidence, the security didn't even flinch- Since no alarms went off because all her tags had been removed.-
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May 22
May 22, 2026 at 3:22 AM UTC
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