The Vinyl of Love
Had I known your betrayal,
I would have let go,
And free myself from you.
Deep down, we know the wits of love,
A poison made from the cups of romance.
I drank too much from those used ones...
I need to buy new ones to cover your spillage,
A mess in pieces on the floor of my core.
Would it have been better if you had cleaned?
Perhaps, perhaps not..
Notice your indifference...
Am stuck to be your man maid!
A hilt in my gentle hood.
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