Until Love, Do You Part

You were broken. A shattered animosity against booty calls and warm embraces. You weren’t good enough for that man who cleansed his addictions for the sake of your eyes, made of chocolate fantasies. Fishing for attention at Loneliness Lake, searching for more piranhas to gnaw on your D-cup breasts and size 10 curves. Until, out of the blue, you found another. He was twice your size with half of your vanity. A bottle of Windex to your brittle mirror. Now “Love” was declared in the time it takes to make popcorn. But, he never took a whiff of your bag. You started to hold hands and take low resolution cell phone pics to fog the memories, the proverbial paper bag over his face. As you ride upon his wanton extension, faking every gasp to get it over with. He would try to hold you, but your D-cups would interfere as your rolling eyes would leave his list of chores on the nightstand. As you hit the town, embracing arms of a stranger under black light’s costume. While “Love” wept. Now it’s anniversary day! An exchanging of gifts where written gratitude was sized smaller than the $20 McDonalds gift cards left in their blank envelopes. As ignorant friends gather to celebrate, more pictures are taken with celebrated couple placed 4 persons apart. Her chest wrapped by that stranger’s arms. As “Love” smiled in another direction. For it is his time to leave her list of chores, on top of her suitcase. © Drake J. Eszes