Truth is it ain't looking for you,
so you pretend you let it go ages ago
because it didn't suit you.
Didn't white-dress you either,
didn't give a damn about your dreams,
called you dramatic,
felt judged by you,
tickled and teased you,
never called back,
changed the number,
avoided your gaze...
deemed you unworthy and selfish.
...and you are selfish to want that pretty thing to yourself,
even for an hour...
it ain't meant for your kind,
meant for those with so much going on they don't notice
when it temporarily loses interest, and slips away despite
a best attempt to understand it.
it's meant for the strong and lusty,
the young and restless,
free-spirited beauties who don't think twice about you,
the unnoticed.
Join the throng or give up,
because to act surprised that it did what it said it would do
is beneath you.
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