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fluttering to the ground, lost
within millions of brethren yet
unique in their own way…melting
on the tip of your tongue little cold
dots erasing acidic burns from pink flesh,
remnants of flaying arguments—words thrown
at each other, never meant but always felt…six sides,
five, maybe seven…you wonder… How can something
so unique…vibrant…worshiped…feel so
The Last Time
I saw you the other day.
Only two months had passed since we'd broken up, but there you were with your big puppy-dog eyes and your irresistible silky hair. You hadn't changed one bit, except for the girl who hung on your arm. She was the first to notice me staring at you and possessively clutched you closer. In return, you noticed me and gave me that cocky grin I used to love. You strutted over and introduced me as your ex but told me she was your girlfriend.
I couldn't help but glance over her and notice how opposite she was from me. Her blonde hair and blue eyes with her pale skin were as different as night and day from my black hair and brown eyes with sun-kissed skin. Was I so wrong for you that you had to choose someone so completely different from me? Was that the message you were trying to convey? If so, it worked because I couldn't utter a response to you. You'd won. I still wasn't over you, but you'd already moved on, you'd already forgotten all about me.
Could you see the hur