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Your were a vision
of ornamental lies too
pretty for me to
doubt. It was reckless
and invigorating, an
empty-bellied list
of promises of
everything I hoped you would
be. The prologue to
our story was my
favourite part of this mess.
Once upon a time
you had an arthouse-
indie-songwriter appeal.
Enchanting, only
inferior to that
smile you use to punctuate
the rhythmic, slapstick
style in which you flirt.
Your pick up lines never fail
you. A spellbinding
charm that has no cure.
Me, blind, infatuated
with you. A charm for
which there is no cure.
Effortlessly flirtatious,
compromising me
against my will. It
was certain. I fell for it.
Puppy-love was a
great way to feel. Once
upon a time we described
ourselves as label-
free. We were unique.
Intellectual Equals
was the 'label free'
label we used as
our calling card because the
love-story truths we
refuse to admit
has no musical score to
build suspense. No sound
effects or slamming
doors. No howling wolves or an
eery violin
scratching elements
of horror. You never gave
me the right to want
more than your rations
of booze-laced lust wiothout love.
I wanted nothing
more than for you to
pardon me and allow me
the chance to love you
and your blessing for
me to be more than your speed-
dial bad habit.
When the time came for
me to accept rejection
everything that I
had reared into the
person that I am collapsed
into itself and
leaving nothing but
the remains of all that we
pretended to be.
I know that your fears
are the reason for your lies.
I know you refuse
my giddy fooldom
because the child behind your
cigarette cloud feels
the same about me.
Your fearful off-white lies fail
to disguise that you
feel the same for me.
I have tirelessly scraped away
at everything that
is wrong and foolish
about loving you and found
nothing worth saving,
nothing worth keeping.
I am left desperately
broken, love-trapped and
unspoken. We were
passionately attached but
fraying at the seams.
Intellectual
equals once described what we
refused to admit.
Emotionally
undone, lovingly silent.
We just could not win.
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