Less than a week ago, my mind, soul and body orbited you.
Long hours of phone talk had diminished to me
obsessing over your facebook page.
Refresh.
Pictures of stomach throbbing sights force loss of self focus and concentration.
The sight of you being feet away from her and simple conversation weakens me.
Refresh.
The idea of closure doesn’t exist in your world.
So lead me on, weeks and weeks.
Month and month.
You have disinherited my love songs, back cracks, back strokes, and your life size teddy bear.
Believe it or not, I am not an emotionless *** toy-
like you are.
Refresh.
Who I am should reflect something our love could never purchase.
My maple heals will feel like stabs in your moronic choice.
My lace dress will feel like the dream that you must awaken from.
My body will look like a mystery to you, **** face.
In less than a week, I metamorphosed into the girl you couldn’t get
Again.
At least you were warned.
Close and Sign off.