you burn your bridges girl...
faster than
you change your underwear.
your mouth shoots poison
quicker than your brain
can process
the consequence.
look at you girl,
spreading your love
as if you were for sale
always entering rooms
like a hurricane
you remind me of:
a wilted dandelion
inevitably being pulled
by the wind
no care,
no mystery
just a bruised, paranoid heart
stitched onto
a used up sleeve
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