The boy with blue hair sits in a bar
He has been drinking since four o’clock.
He stares at the water stain on the bar that his glass left behind.

Lovers are everywhere, he thinks to himself, leaving me
Watching me, pitying me. They are angry that I did not bring another to this place
To fall on, to kiss.
He looks around, desperate to find someone to regret in the morning.

There is no one.
He walks home, he calls a friend to tell them of his
Loneliness.
He tells them he understands now how it feels to walk among lovers.

II.
The friend has been numb for months, but does not want to tell her friend that just because you have a love does not mean,
You feel it.
When you love someone else enough they take your feelings too.
They take your heart and run with it and leave behind the decoy.
The decoy just beats blood.

It does not race or flutter. It does not even break.

III.
The boy does not realize he is jealous of people who do not love each other.

IV.
The decoy hearts sit in the ribcage like the original heart did and give of the persona of originality. A Poser, as another might call it.
Like doll’s eyes, lifeless but giving off the idea of sight.

Soon it becomes decoy, dating decoy, and then they get married and they sit in the back of the car staring straight ahead at..
What they wish they could have had and they hold hands, but it is not what they think it should be.

The hand doesn’t fit quite right.

V.
The boy wanders through town to another friends house, sleeps with him, wakes up to the sound of…
A general heartbeat.