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Cheeks a shade of electric crimson, Cut with a sharp line, Like a New Romantic, Looking for a love, In these modern times, You blow clouds of smoke, At the open window, Consumed by thoughts, Of your tormentor. You live on the smallest of signs, It takes a lot to love him, And you know, That you can’t be bothered anymore, Throwing on your sequined jacket, Heading out the door, You cast another look at the phone, Just a look of love, At an object which now represents, All the pain of loving him. Lost in a medley of tunes, And the loud laughter of your people, You’re falling into a sinkhole of memories, You need the ecstasy and tragedy, That comes with being near him, Sip your drink and give them a smile, Show them the perfect made-up exterior, As your soul disappears piece by piece, Into the past.

Copyright © Martina Adovica | Year Posted 2017


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