'she thinks he still loves her. pathetic.'
with my begging eyes, he cleared his throat
and leaned towards me.
i stared in confusion.
'oh, sorry' i say
i forced myself to remember the night
that i wasn't anything of value.
such a cheap, ugly little thing.
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Blackout Poetry
Poésiepoetry i've created using my fav. technique aka black out poetry lowercase on purpose ;)
