STALE


and suddenly you realize I’m not as interesting as you thought i was,

not nearly as mysterious,

I crinkle my nose and furrow my brows in annoyance and keep silent,

and you’re not nearly as curious,

I’m not pretty anymore,

i’m not sophisticated anymore,

i beg for attention,

i beg for affection,

i’m not adorable anymore,

my laugh doesn’t make you smile anymore,

all of a sudden my presence is a chore,

and my love is stale,

in one fell swoop our romance has suffered a crushing end,

forget the taillights and let’s take the rear view mirrors home.

Nessa 🖤

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