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Until Next Time
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Dusk Butterflies fill my stomach,
Before that parasitic romance
Slowly hollows out my heart
Like termites to a rotting log.
It’s the same cycle
Of love and death and decomposition,
To be followed by the birth of a new love.
It happens every time.
It starts with
the rouge on my lips smearing with a kiss
And fades with
my black mascara bleeding down my cheeks after a goodbye.
It’s as simple as:
Hello.
Be mine.
I love you.
Goodbye.
Broken heart.
The end.
(Until next time.)
Good way to put it :)