She hesitantly flipped her car mirror down.

Glimpsing up with an agitated hope.

Nothing but cold tears... and lumps riding down her throat.

And that...quivering frown she wore oh' so well.

With potent perfume of stale cigarettes.

And faint smudges of pale, pink lipstick.

A virgin to the common cheating.

She cried until her lashes left mascara bruises.

How could this happen again?

She was only honest with him.

Perhaps...poisoned to the very delicate emotion...

Her world...left as if it were sufficating.

But she already knew it was no where perfect.



"Can I NOT be loved"....she shouted.

"Its in their nature...she sheepishly complained.

To use me as apathetic meat.

Just to see how fun I'd be.

How come no one gives me a chance or wants to see...

Now I feel uneffected.

Are their no suprises anymore...

For now I only seem to sleep

I wish this was just another rabid dream."



Well...awake...

Numb...and frantic shaking her head.

She feels no intent or need...

For him to ever desire her love or want to see.

For he chose rumors and gossip like the others...to believe.

Now she no longer dares to dream.

Because theres always that something...that seems to be missing.

Stangely she tucks it in...and stretches a grin..

Why can't she seem to find the lost puzzle piece.

To love herself.

And be loved.

To better feel complete...

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