Delete his number

Until he calls again.

But love isn’t

Contempt, darling.

 

Soft words and

Steel anger.

Do you even care?

As long as his fingers

Are wrapped in your hair?

 

He doesn’t support you.

He shoots down your dreams.

Together you’re empty,

Held together by seams.

 

Cling to convenience.

Settle for dust.

But you’ll never be happy

Living with disgust.

 

 

 

Poetry

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