She earnestly believed in that first kiss
(tasting red licorice)
Of hand holding, romantic sunsets
meaningless love words
molding and attaching
Now whispered words,
automatic endearments (false notes)
echo back and forth
a fierce volley of verbal fire
Wounds made more bitter from intimacy
pry open the spirit
The cavity pushed wider and
snapped (the knife-wielding ex opens her up)
As only a lover can
still valid
Hold emptiness, clutching the past,
in fear of aloneness, the
agony of
being just one
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