Your love for Mary Jane
Will be the death of you.
Because even as you know the truth,
That she is a liar and will leave you when the pin drops,
You embrace her.
Every night,
Every day that the force of his kisses,
Give you hickeys,
Any time his sensual touches
Drive you crazy.
You like the way she whispers in your ear,
Pretty little lies that look like her.
You like the way she begs you to stay,
And the masochist that you are,
Remains in your tower forgetting
That even Rapunzel had to let down her hair.
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Disambiguation
PoetryAn anthology about love, loss and self discovery. When suffering from heartbreak, we often feel like we're in a cloud, everything seems foggy and confusing, like scattered pieces of a puzzle. Disambiguation is about trying to pick up the pieces of t...
