It was real hard
To cry until I saw the altar
I just couldn’t believe it,
Ya know. ?
These kinda things happen to
Other people, not her
Not to my friends
Not to her
People had left all kinds of gifts
Like a deranged birthday party
And two framed pictures showed
her wide smile
And that’s when it sunk in
And I cried
Tears like shining full moons
Until I was bled dry
When I was younger, I was
friends with her son
They moved a lot, especially after
The divorce
But we still made time to see each other
We grew apart but
Bubblegum pink lip gloss
You
Chatter in your sleep to
An invisible boyfriend
You stand in a group, fake smiles hastily plastered
Over blond hair
At the mall
Dear tormentor
Is this all i will ever become?
She had me whispered
As the moon waltzed through the sky
Your pretty object?
i labor through bright and dim
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