She said "I thought you'd love me forever."
It was a clever line that he had spoke captivating her attention with little jokes anecdotes that made her smile to herself silently.
The memory now replaced with her tear struck face has her crying silently.
So silent that you'd need to perform open heart surgery to see the way the tears surround her heart. Can't see it on the outside but on the inside it's drowning her heart.
Seems like her heart is being ripped at the seams because each kiss wasn't what it seemed
and while she fought it she couldn't help but believe every time he said he loved her.
They went shopping.
You see too easily we go out looking for our next female or male made to order accessory so we can do the whole arm in arm, walk and talk thing, screaming "hey world look at me".
This concept we call "dating", it's nothing more than us breeding animals to pull out the best looking one for our appetites to feast.
We live in lust and greed, picking up two and three of the same kind but in different colors.
Like eating skittles we taste the rainbow
and eagerly like spoiled children we walk down the aisles picking up, kissing, caressing or undressing without really thinking that there can only be one.
There should only be one.
Like that one ensemble that captures everyone's attention when you step into the room.
(Yes, I want to take your breath away.)
But no we don't think that way.
We pick up things we'll never even wear, never even use, never even eat but never even question why we shop like we're confused.
We don't have a clear line of view so we borrow kisses that we'll never be able to give back,
like those shoes you bought,
as though you scuffed the front or lost your receipt,
the store aint taking that shit back, because it's used goods.
We take our partners like we do a car lease
with a 30 day money back guarantee.So we never have to commit to anything,
we never consider humans aren't like toys though,
they actually have feelings.
But I guess we like shopping too much to ever really give a you know what.
Maybe we should shop buy and spend time only with the concept of "no returns" in mind
before we pick up lips and kisses,
caress fingertips while on dates without intentions,
while secretly we envision the newer model we want to claim as our prize,
treating each other like toys on the shelves that we pick up, play with and break but never intended to buy.
But we seal the deal with a lie.
Another kiss that continues to build the liars bridge that once we burn we'll be telling them to get over it.
Our hearts get sold to the lowest bidders when to the highest we never really gave a shit.
But of course, we would never really say that shit,
instead we break hearts and spirits with every empty kiss.
Every empty hug and every empty use of the word love.
Leaving a sex stained path and others broken by their love and our lusts.
She said "I thought you'd love me forever."
She began to laugh after her tears dried.
She had to admit to herself as she got ready to go shopping again,
even she had told that lie.
Now who wants to go shopping.
It was a clever line that he had spoke captivating her attention with little jokes anecdotes that made her smile to herself silently.
The memory now replaced with her tear struck face has her crying silently.
So silent that you'd need to perform open heart surgery to see the way the tears surround her heart. Can't see it on the outside but on the inside it's drowning her heart.
Seems like her heart is being ripped at the seams because each kiss wasn't what it seemed
and while she fought it she couldn't help but believe every time he said he loved her.
They went shopping.
You see too easily we go out looking for our next female or male made to order accessory so we can do the whole arm in arm, walk and talk thing, screaming "hey world look at me".
This concept we call "dating", it's nothing more than us breeding animals to pull out the best looking one for our appetites to feast.
We live in lust and greed, picking up two and three of the same kind but in different colors.
Like eating skittles we taste the rainbow
and eagerly like spoiled children we walk down the aisles picking up, kissing, caressing or undressing without really thinking that there can only be one.
There should only be one.
Like that one ensemble that captures everyone's attention when you step into the room.
(Yes, I want to take your breath away.)
But no we don't think that way.
We pick up things we'll never even wear, never even use, never even eat but never even question why we shop like we're confused.
We don't have a clear line of view so we borrow kisses that we'll never be able to give back,
like those shoes you bought,
as though you scuffed the front or lost your receipt,
the store aint taking that shit back, because it's used goods.
We take our partners like we do a car lease
with a 30 day money back guarantee.So we never have to commit to anything,
we never consider humans aren't like toys though,
they actually have feelings.
But I guess we like shopping too much to ever really give a you know what.
Maybe we should shop buy and spend time only with the concept of "no returns" in mind
before we pick up lips and kisses,
caress fingertips while on dates without intentions,
while secretly we envision the newer model we want to claim as our prize,
treating each other like toys on the shelves that we pick up, play with and break but never intended to buy.
But we seal the deal with a lie.
Another kiss that continues to build the liars bridge that once we burn we'll be telling them to get over it.
Our hearts get sold to the lowest bidders when to the highest we never really gave a shit.
But of course, we would never really say that shit,
instead we break hearts and spirits with every empty kiss.
Every empty hug and every empty use of the word love.
Leaving a sex stained path and others broken by their love and our lusts.
She said "I thought you'd love me forever."
She began to laugh after her tears dried.
She had to admit to herself as she got ready to go shopping again,
even she had told that lie.
Now who wants to go shopping.
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