She left me for him.
She had often flirted with him,
And when I expressed concern she laughed it off,
And I awkwardly joined,
Despite my suspicions.
She flirted with him.
She kissed him,
His lips smooth and cool,
Like the glass of a poison bottle.
She kissed him,
And she left me behind.
I considered going after her,
Following her,
To try to be with her again,
But I did not want to give him the satisfaction of having us both.
So I remain behind
And try to move on.
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Poem and Prose Scraps (That Don't Quite Fit Elsewhere)
PoetryJust pieces that didn't quite fit in any of my other books that I don't feel are significant enough to require their own book. This will probably contain a lot of edgy stuff, so... brace yourself and enter at your own risk, I suppose.
