we are fooled by affection.
the smile,
the sex,
the kindness handed out
in large
doses.
it's a game of sorts.
it all ends
once their in and have
a set of keys.
the broken winged bird
needs a nest.
needs
food, needs
all the things that are never
quite met.
one night
with your eyes open,
staring at
the black ceiling
and the future
with her, you have just
one regret.
wishing you had never met.
now to get out.
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