The problem is romantic words come once a year.
Open your mouth wide and gag.
Flowery pieces of fluff stick to the back of your throat as they clumsily fall out onto the bed.
While in my dreams the only heart breaker is me. The only heart broken is mine.
And they sit silently with smiles. Yet their words are still raw and their actions short lived.
It’s dark. Eyes open and repeat, “I am alone.” No one’s here.
Can’t accept a white crumbling ceiling and four deserted walls. Giving in and drifting back to the new life full of action, pleasure, and romance.
It may seem too easy but just close your eyes and say “aw”. Squeeze them shut and live.
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