Old writes

Chilling with my thug
my only girl since day one
I call her Tina not Nina.
Day 1 we flirting, eyes rolling,
conversing airborne no words
Day 2 we laughing by the pier,
waves collapsing on shore,
as we’re colliding in love
Day 3 we romancing elementary in
the bliss of the eve of the aftermath
Day 4 we fighting
Day 5 we staring blandly at
each across corners of finite distance
with infinite thoughts at hearts
Day 6 the crack split open across the broken heart. Your heart gets cold mine gets harder.
We forever growing apart loosing
the visual empathy once sustained,
diminishing as the autumn leaves fall


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