She's gaudy,
so bawdy, and
she always fucking ignores me.
It's agonising,
so paralysing, but
her silence is almost tantalising.
I'd leave,
to grieve, but
it's too painful to be a reprieve.
So I stay,
to decay, and
irony strikes as I waste away.
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