how are you doin
now that
we are in
the past
i see you have
easily moved on
while I gained
20 pounds
my hairlooks thin
and I cry myself to sleep
at night
You stand here
with your new princess
barely acknowledging me
aware that you have the upperhand
I am embarassed
because my world has shattered
while yours kept on spinning
my wekaness is displayed
while your coat of armor
has a new shine
I am simply a fool
and you
are a manipulator of love
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A lot can be said about your poem...surreal. If only woman can move on in love/life as fast men. Manipulator of love, life goes on. I enjoyed the read. I usually read a lot of your written words but this time I decided to share my thoughts. Always a lesson or embodied emotion.
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