August 7, 2012


you like to have a girlfriend,

the status it gives you-

your friends and coworkers barely call

you names now-

though you don’t know how to treat her-

you don’t return her respect,

or her care-

though you claim to love her,

you love her as an object,

a trophy-

a trophy growing so weary of being

taken for granted,

that one day, when you come home,

expecting a warm meal

and that smile to which

you’ve grown accustomed,

it will instead be to a






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