All I have to give is an array of care to you. No love at all. My offering is a staple of empty cupboards, rotted shelves sprinkled and covered in lust. Slut tongue, arms that hold and fold sheets of heavy iron and starched pleats. Off white, irregular, wash and wear affair. I can only give you what the store sales. Discounted rack of self worthless, buy one get one free me.
BY: Trust Her
Clean Up Asile 5 Aisleuickie
What If
What if... We hadn't met? I didn't fall for you? You loved me? Chasing down a daydream the fog is lifted. I'm in the throes of different. I see the realness. You never loved me.
I don't have the energy to fight for your exclusivity. I address you with love and you undress me in longing lust. Two very different routes leading to a destination of truth. You never loved me.
Don't worry about me,
I'm stronger than you think from crying out of dry eyes,
a quiet storm of oblivious.
Face wet with lies,
betrayed tries,
love denied.
Time died underneath rubble and waste waiting for you.
Once false move,
one reckless decision and everything was lost.
I dust my dress off,
stay close to the walls and walk out.
Into light airy breeze.
A princess walking out of darkness
topped with a paper crown,
enlightened by the harshness of truth.
You never really loved me,
just let it be.
By: Trust Her
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