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Canvas

There’s nothing quite like painting a pearl necklace around you at the climax of our lovemaking.

Since you’re such a prude, I’ll call it a rosary.

I’ll take a pen to your skin.

I never expected to write on a canvas this veinous and muscular.

Blue looks good on you.

So does your nudity.

I prefer blue ink on you than green.

Green won’t do since we both have lost our innocence.

Whispering a last hurrah between your hard thighs was what excited me.

Both pen and tongue travel down your goody trail to hidden promises below.

The murmurs and giggles my tongue evicts from your mouth leaves us both wet.

Our love story’s denouement turned out to be a festival of just lust and sadness.

I loved you a little too much.

And expected you to feel the same way.

It used to be: He is everything.

It is now: He was everything.

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This Thing Called Delusion

Loneliness made me crave you.

And this inconvenience called a relationship.

Now I laugh.

At myself.

For my stupidity.

For my greeness.

To realize that I’ve been kissing a delusion all this time.

And to think that your kisses were like a postcard from Spain.

Your stink like an Hallmark envelope unfurling.

A message for me to taste.

I laugh at myself.

To think I could get a Happy Ending with a person like you.

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A Kindness Wasted

The only reason I gave you this kindness was because I cared.

Some of us give more than we take.

I didn’t expect the rest.

I didn’t expect you to take this kindness and think that it was forgiveness.

You took that kindness as weakness and as forgiveness and started life anew — with someone else.

That kindness was a kiss. A kiss that was meant to heal and build a bridge.

Your tone was a bit removed. I inhaled your rejection. It stinks.

But you know, don’t you? It’s us. The ones who break that save the ones that broke.

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+1

I needed a +1 for life.

Not a Lebanon.

But a Sweden.

I just wanted your No Uncertain Terms to be Certain enough.

You just wanted me to believe your lies long enough so I couldn’t focus on your real moves.

I didn’t want the demons of your trauma to follow you towards me.

I didn’t want your curled-lip cruelty.

We were both on a flight to destination Sadness.

I realized too late that I had bought a one-way ticket.

You’ll never know what a heart of a widow is like.

But now it’s easy to forget you with every post my new beloved makes.

Every newsfeed I subscribed to has washed you away.

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Talk

Your one hot minute away made me a hot mess.

All I wanted was for you to sit with me so I can tell you my tale. 

You knew that if you won’t then no one else will sit here right next to me. 

So I left you.

You because you refused to come sit. 

But he saw and he chose me.

Me because you never came. 

So I left you. 

Leaving you was easy to do because he was easier to talk to. 

He did the two simple things that you wouldn’t: 

1. He sat with me. 

2. And he listened.

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Smile

Why did you have to look at her like that?

Was I wrong to think that your eyes were only for me?

Is this how this love ends?

Why offer up that smile? 

How many more secret smiles do you offer others when you promised (over a kiss) that your smiles only belong to me?

Have you grown tired of smiling at me the way you used to since we exchanged our hearts on that night? 

When I hold your hand, it’s not because I was saying Good-Bye. It was because I want to say that I’ll never leave you.

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Plans

I made plans for both of us.

We were so excited.

Then I realised that it was only I who was excited.

And those plans were just mine (and made for me).

You just stood by looking coy, but that was just nonchalance.

I wish I knew that you only meant to come along for the ride.

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Loneliness

The truth came out when he didn’t answer the phone.

The gaps between rings stretched out just like the distance between us.

It started out as a love story and ended with the grin of horror.

Now I’m left with a cup of coffee and a blanket of loneliness.

A loneliness that he used to uncover whenever he came home.