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Tell me im pretty

She kicked rocks;

grew tired of my inattention.

Threw up the ducees; peace out.

Let us be just, friends;

or rather distant aquantinances.

Thought she knew my intentions.

And did I forget to mention,

the rat race, that's what we're in.

ADHD; exuded not near enough attention.

Peanut butter cake, Kool-Aid, spread too thin.

Forgot the allergy and her aversion again.

This belly full, still hungry-like something.

The water was warm and waiting,

I was hot, wanted to jump in.

Moon cycles past; #orbiting.

And I know baby, those planets kept on spinning.

Sinners kept sinning,

all the way to the heavens.

This name not written in that book, couldn't get in.

Victory was absent; couldn't seem to win.

Old soul on losing streak; ruff and tumble.

F*ck! This again?

These and more, oxymoronic aspirations,

exhaled in subtle desperations.

Woe is me.

"Tell me I'm pretty."

One-hundred and forty-three.

Thumbs up; with endorphins at the ready.

I just couldn't let her be.

Brows on fleek, onion booty, and a face out of magazine.

On the floorboard, plastic water bottles empty.

Cozen; so petty.

Do YOU know what I mean?

Her angled posturing repeated, my jealousy multiplied;

this is not what's needed.

Writer subtracts rebuff.

Have not yet begun to fight; flawless victory,

with my Bic pen.

Line after line; tis' but a scratch.

Nagh, I'm fine.

Current equation on the chalkboard,

too advanced to chance.


Leaning to that of conceited.
Backspace repeated,

sonnets are deleted.

These suicidal odds never succeeded.

Composed via blacklight, 4,

counted them,

love poems unseen.

Change is the reality,

life is but the dream.
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Submitted by 317CDM on September 12, 2020

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