A Sad Face and A Pen Race

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I use to think you used me
Maybe you’re just afraid of being used

Grapes gone bad taste good in a glass

Compliments from food
Really get me in the mood

For juice

How bout a truce?
Wait what’s the use
What a mess
I forgive you I guess

X

Whisper this under your breath

Regret?

Are you using them so they can’t use you?

X

Some day there will be nothing left

That’s right
Hide your hickeys

Lies

Don’t forget
Karma will reprise
And those marks on your neck

Will leave you

Even if you leave him first
The thirst for true love will choke you
And that mask on your face
Will keep anyone from seeing you turn blue

Race to the finish

Line by line

X

Then

O

Then

X

Then

O

Disappear again

Then

Go

Some day you’ll see
It isn’t about what you’ve done to me
Or to any of the others that fell for your lies

All of us

Suckers for surprise

Now I see through your disguise
And it’s disgusting to me

Funny how someone so beautiful can be
So fucking ugly

I think I should thank you though

Your color here is reflecting the three
Or so thousand of you that there are in the sea

Miss me?

 

 

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