Make believe stars
i remember when you were humana song
i sung often.
when you were possibility
you arrived
in the shape of a gift
and introduced yourself to me.
and we kissed.
now i kiss
monkey wrenches
where your lips would be.
make believe stars
are out in the trash
behind a trashed painting.
and the cheap smell
of cheap leather,
is this poor condition.
hate like none other
none. ever.
blind pain.
how you made me suffer
a pony pendulum
between my breasts
it was never yours
never. ever.
ponies are mine.
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