Ex-Girlfriend
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Free Form Poetry
Something you take for granted
Shines brighter on someone else’s doorstep
Makes you want to get it back
The light dims — you’re fooled.
The party sounds tap your feet, move your shoulders
But you lose the rhythm when you’re through
The door — Faces confused or blank with dislike
Why is he here?
The joy tapers off and picks up where you left off
Feels like somebody else is you or trying, real
Successful-like, to imitate what you gave up
Sucks
Just sucks.
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