“Blanched Greed”

There is nothing civil about your love.

It wrecks me,

not a dove,

but a vicious longing.

Something you created.

I buried myself inside your pulse,

while you sat and watched,

that girl,

sitting at the bar.

And the next time I saw you, there was a smile,

framed by bleached lips.

When I asked you,

where you got them from,

you said it was just a friend.

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