It's funny how someone who
once seemed so attractive
can suddenly look ugly
like a mangy dumpster dog
homeless and begging for what's easy.
The once sweet twangy voice
now sounds like an angle grinder sharpening
the tool you'll use to
pierce the next heart.
Hair that once seemed full and flowing
now looks scraggly and matted
like an abandoned bird's next lying
empty on the ground.
Eyes which once looked dreamy like a blue lagoon
now appear dead and lifeless
like a deflated Happy Birthday balloon.
The charm once magnetic and enveloping
now seems pathetic and fake
like the pitch of a snake oil salesman.
The fantasies that once flowed
unencumbered like a raging river
have rolled away like tumbleweed
staggering down a dusty dirt road.
That intense obsession once so bold
and real for you
has now been graciously embraced
by someone new receiving it
like the winner of a Powerball Lottery ticket.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 5:41 PM UTC
It's funny how someone who
once seemed so attractive
can suddenly look ugly
like a mangy dumpster dog
homeless and begging for what's easy.
The once sweet twangy voice
now sounds like an angle grinder sharpening
the tool you'll use to
pierce the next heart.
Hair that once seemed full and flowing
now looks scraggly and matted
like an abandoned bird's next lying
empty on the ground.
Eyes which once looked dreamy like a blue lagoon
now appear dead and lifeless
like a deflated Happy Birthday balloon.
The charm once magnetic and enveloping
now seems pathetic and fake
like the pitch of a snake oil salesman.
The fantasies that once flowed
unencumbered like a raging river
have rolled away like tumbleweed
staggering down a dusty dirt road.
That intense obsession once so bold
and real for you
has now been graciously embraced
by someone new receiving it
like the winner of a Powerball Lottery ticket.
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