Bitter Taste
Love is four
individual letters
that come together
at our expense
to form a possessive
vocabulary and selfish
language: “you are mine,”
“I want you.” We chase
our pleasures here with
eyes shut while these individuals
sit around drunk off of our
misery, and desperation. Listen
to how they toast to us: “here’s to
those fools that amuse us
like children!”
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