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background chatter of white noise,
the pride of the photo in a wallet,
a gentleman's removal of a ring
for that trembling of a fling.

The clinging of the glasses,
the skin of the lasses,
Escape from kids' screaming
No *** at home with the missus.

Hotel rooms with the mistress,
fills her with promises,
that will never come to be,
Only ever rarely.....
If only our brains were lobotomized,
So we could spend our lives
cuddling all night,
without the weight of worry.
No more missed calls from mom,
just sleep and your arms
kissing you,
laying down into an eternal calm.

I remember the panic in our eyes,
How we looked to the window
When the police lights
danced furiously on the walls
A car’s reflection pulling us
to the great fear of getting caught.
The shade bled red,
and the misery wore blue.

You said,
"I just gotta be sure."
Well, I do too.
But who doesn’t want to know for certain
before they think they found the one?
Are we still meant to be
if we don’t feel that certainty
deep down?

I guess it was confusion
that made me cry.
The echo after our last kiss—
a quiet ache,
like knowing
it may never happen again.
The way your warmth
became a memory
before it even left the room.

You said,
"I just gotta be sure."
Well, I do too.
But maybe it was already fading
in the silence that grew.
Maybe love was the question
neither of us ever knew.

If only you loved me as deeply as i did
so we could sleep through the night again,
Before i saw your greed
without ever worrying.
But it was your heart
That started to lobotimize
That wanted just to be loved, not love
I could sense all of it
Deep and well in your absence
Who have you been touching in your silence?

That time you started to reply late.
That time I gave up sending the first message.
That time you never reached out.
That time I realized how many lies you'd been telling.
That time I blocked you from everywhere back to back
That time I wondered if you tried to text back.
That time I went on a new date.
That time I dumped our pictures and your gifts with a chest wrenching ache.
That time i saw under your mask, your real face.
That time our memories started to fade.
That time I started to forget your face...
i met you
on a quiet tuesday,
in the soft sunlight 
of a small beach café.
you looked bored --
so i walked over,
and we got to talking.

that same day,
two years later --
i walked back
into that café.
on a quiet tuesday.
in the same soft sunlight.
i ordered the same drink.

and i saw you,
from afar.
i didn't dare go over.
you were just bored.
and i was never
enough
to cure that alone.
date wrote: 25/6
look what you have left on me –
a bouquet of stitches,
still-healing scars,
fine lines I can’t conceal
etched across my heart.

and what of your voice haunting me?
I hope to God it disappears.
someday, I won’t even remember,
that all of this was ever real.
August 29, 2018.
For Lubos.
Is it too late to tell you how i feel?
honey, don’t answer.
I couldn’t bear to hear
all the things you’d have to say.

So keep those lips sealed,
and let me silently pray,
that one day these scars heal,
and fade into nothingness
along with your name.
June 19, 2018.
For Lubos.
Elena Vale Jun 23
You’re just a teen.
You must have fun.
I party after my exams.
And there trouble find itself
A new, exiting feeling
I found out I can kiss a stranger in a bathroom

And while pinned against that wall
I forget what waits for me at home
My boyfriend of three years
Would I be kissing someone else if I felt love for him?
Would I look at every other boy and try to act attractive?

A cheater is a liar. I guess I am a liar.
But when texting him “I don’t love you”,
I didn’t lie. I didn’t hesitate. I knew that I was doing right.

Three nights would pass and memories of him would flood my head, him kissing me. Me cherishing existence. I wonder late at night “Was it all love or boredom of existence?”
…sorry
Luna Saturne Jun 21
He was thinking of her
when he was inside me.
I saw it—
in the way his eyes glazed,
lit with pleasure
that didn’t belong to me.

There was warmth
in his body,
but coldness
in the truth:
it was me he was *******—
But all his fires burned for her.

I was just
the third body.
a fleeting satisfaction,
he couldn’t bring himself to want.
EMPstrike Jun 16
"What is this? Something new.
So I have no need of you
But my plan will follow through
And for that, once more, I'll use you

But I'll get a taste again, I never thought I'd be able
Plan A fell through
For Plan B, I will settle.
Until  I get what I really want
I don't think I can wait
So I cast you aside

Only after I've made this mistake...

Keep you on the side until your usefulness ends.
One more bill until I let it end.
I take what I wanted
For what I've waited
Covert trysts intoxicated
My backup plan, no longer needed.

But the consequence I had failed to keep abated.
After desires have been sated.

I led you on, so happy that I was able
Until my confidence and Plan B were on the table.
The morning after, no concern if you are stable.

Things don't change
Time to move on from this fable."
Sophie Jun 15
Wrapped in my warmest wool blanket,
coldness resides in my veins.
My body aches for your embrace,
to revel in warm memories.
It was just a one time mistake...
The ghost of your cologne,
lingering faintly above the detergent’s scent,
makes my nausea strangle with warning.
You don’t love me- otherwise your
scent wouldn’t be on her bed too.

—Betrayal is not a mistake; it's a choice that reveals character.
Garbled groans
Emanate from
A feeble opposition

Debilitated Democrats
Stunned and still

For want of the right word
For want of a plain proposal

Meekly making
Faint sounds of life

Begging belatedly
“Follow the rules”

Cheating continues
Constitution crumbles
Politics, cheating
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