The girl you are dating..

The girl you are dating

While you are married to me,

Will smell like the confidence I used to wear,

Hot tea and jasmine,

Scald your tongue,

Stench you to death. 

You will think of her as Raindrops during a drought,

But I’m the flood don’t you see?

I will become your prologue, the discarded wrap,

She your poetry , your Christmas gift.

There is no use in asking someone to stay ,

When they want to keep slipping in and out,

In and out, in and out, in and out,

Of worlds, of doors , of lies , of bodies,

Like a madman becoming alright and going crazy again.

An infinite paradox. 

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