"SRSLY?" you shot a text like tequila.
i'm in this bar and hope to die, the age
old promise of hidden lies.
i don't think that you really love me.
i wait for you to reply, but my eyes
quiver underneath my smile.
"Are you okay?" a lady asks beside me.
my eyes shimmer tears of joy that
mask how much pain i feel from you
i smile and excuse myself from her.
"You're not the one," he replied.
i went outside to let my anger
subside, a volcano of pent-up
distrust. he sees me.
drink in my hand—
[glass crash to the ground, a
she's wrapped around in his arms
like the music that resonates in
the bar. she sneers at me.
with a bloodied hand, i grip the
shards and stab them with my
he jolts up from his bed and cries
to me. "I had such a bad dream,"
[quivering smile shines]
i caress his statuesque Instagrammy
face as if i'm preparing for a selfie.
This scenario popped up in my head.
— The End —