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I am here,

alone and undressed,

for the last time,

in these sheets, that lay

messily across my legs. 

A long night's work is through

Dance

Letters written in moist finger on

the bathroom mirror, complimenting 

my appearance and I thank you

only for your cleverness. My heart

does not melt at the drip of your

"You are beautiful." Anything to

Exhale

Remembering your face as I

walked away-lifeless, but your

heart had just begun to beat.

At times, I still hear the thumping

slowing down. My mind still

takes me to beginning times-

candies, petals in decoration

Falling Out

I sit by the phone

as fear claims my heart,

as I knew it.

It was submissive only to him.

Unwillingly had I been subjected

to vulnerability. 

He lured every part of me

out of me, with just his honest love