she will tell you that
rejection tastes of
saltwater and stale smoke

it looks like mascara rivers
running towards her throat

it sounds just like deafening silence
of a phone that doesn't ring

it feels just like a stab wound,
a never ending sting.

She's used to the emotions
used to all the lies.

She's used to all the fake smile a
from even faker guys.

rejection gets not easier
as time progresses on,
but boils up from within her
until she's not alone.