MEDIOCRE LOVER
He who doesn't know how to treat a girl,
acted mighty in his own little world.
In all honesty, forget politeness,
the first time is always a sloppy mess.
In that avenue, he rented a place—
she did dramatics to unfold his ace,
but then he showed he's just a little boy,
not a gentleman—rushed to play with toys.
For a girl who loves anticipation,
she's disgusted by his desperation—
didn't forget her hidden agenda,
she just imagined her long list of men.
Expected more from his words before that,
really just pure talk and no manly act.
And in four hours, there's no aftercare
like a mediocre one-night affair.
Lucky is the night just because it came—
not her, so it will never be the same.
On the way home, in tears, riding a cab,
unfortunate gifts started to unwrap—
she fell into an emotional trap.
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PSYCHE'S TEARS
PoetryA collection of self-written poetry about the writer's experiences with heartbreak before The Muse's Pages.
