Shower's Gone

This Is Not a Love PoemNo tales to tell of a broken heart mended, or of shattered, scattered pieces. My heart continues to beat, whether or not I am holding hands.This Is Not a Love Poem
Your temper is so short when you are longing,
for something more.
With a drink in hand, you can no longer discern between predator and prey. All you desire is distraction, so you will feel loved,
even if just for a day.
Dressing up, dressing down. Smiles lie, but not your frowns.
You can stand without support, so stop leaning into the arms of a shadow.
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I have seen it all, and everything is just as senseless as chasing the wind.
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