Today I feel jaded.
Whatever the hell that means.
Your eyes have faded into an emptiness, bland, hopelessness.
Your gestures say romance but your tongue expresses ridicule.
Ugly, burnt, my heart goes ballistic in a moment of passion.
Those pessimistic statements linger in every rude and rhetoric bullshit you spew.
Does your heart beat?
Your anger explodes like wild fire.
This is so wrong.
But with every kiss I long for your skin.
I'm not ugly, I'm not ugly, I'm not ugly, but I sure don't feel pretty.
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