Love's end
It could've been fate
star crossed moon harassing Saturn
a cascading series of death and rebirth
your apartment was like a second home to me
when you told me how we met two decades ago
I had forgotten
yet you remembered what I wore, how I abruptly left after your joke
"Mike Zone, you must really get around ..."
yeah, I had no sense of humor back then as you wrote in a journal
I'm going to marry this man
damn poets
when being brutalized a decade later
full of god knows what chemicals
being recorded
you recalled me and a page from a torn notebook
only to conceive a lifeform together ten years later
hopes were gathered
you mentioned the names Aron and Thea
then demanded money to eradicate it
using the fact that I left another woman for you
deeming it "betrayal"
damn poets
you may ignore me now
but when the next bastard comes --
and he will be a bastard
I will no longer be there
to pick up the pieces
for anyone
damn poets
this is how love ends
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