The man before you
Doesn’t count.
Shallowness showed
My feelings
Were no more than paper flowers
Crushed by the ice and snow.
Once the laughter left
his eyes,
I learned the depth of my devotion.
The lust I mixed with love
Flew quickly out the drain.
My body sagged
from the loss of false emotion.
Now I burn with scars
Of scruff and rough
Patches on my cheeks.
Still sagging,
now bruised too.
Menthol lingers
Filling my mouth
Tongue, teeth, and lips
With night’s secrets,
And I know.
You smoke the same brand
As my last.
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