Is it the paradox of being paranoid,
That makes me think you are an android?
Look of an alien, that blank expression,
The lasting impression of our love session.

A kick in the *****.
Eyes scratched out.
Limbs on auto pilot.
Body curled into the fetal position.
Vocal chords ripped to shreds!
Drained of all energy.
Lost the will to live.

I write this letter to my ******
chaste poisonous version
wondering
if kissing is
confused
with love

I drop to my knees revising
poetically describing
somewhere
above me
transfused
in lust

Our relationship fits like an old glove.
Warm and cosy.

Do you wait for him?
Eternal confusion.
Wondering where he is.
Is he wandering?
If he knew would he care that his actions eat you to the core?
Blinkered by the fantasy.
Strangled by the truth.
Unable to act.
You have fallen before.
Did you wait for him?

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You can smack me down
I'll get back up
Make sure I can't
If I do get up
You'll
           Go
                 Down
                            Like
                                     A
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                                                      Spuds!