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How it ends
Staring blank-faced at each other
From across the room
The space between us, a few feet,
Feels as a thousand miles now
Emotionally exasperated
The tears tore through the facade
That we wore for so long
Telling ourselves "we're ok"
We were dead long ago
We were only being buried now.
How did we get here?
Tuesday 2nd August 2016 3:45 pm
My Misses has a Mistress
My Misses has a mistress
She comes here then and now
She always sneaks in quietly
And when she leaves she's loud
She lives here some nights
On the other side of the bed
She stays here with my misses
She lives inside her head
I watch her leech away her life
She slyly steals her smile
And when she wants to make love
She takes my misses for a while
She didn't come ...
Monday 1st August 2016 2:27 pm
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