It's not the first, but the last
for whom are we
if we're always in line
for the next one
up yours.
So much passive-aggression
to provocate reactions
and then an exhibition of
the victim of it,
for the missing context cuts.
Like all vines they have their time
to be served
but for which dinner when it's not
another date
but more akin an agreement that
there's no more.
It's suddenly seriously
like a password
which describes the nights
which follows it
after yours.
Distributed it as a mockery
for likes ; cruelty
has a human heart that
much is said of it.
(Dress it n a defamation suit)
Broadcasted into every cavity;
served to you
like a plate filled with what you
didn't order
because you can't pay for it
only appreciate.
There's no walking out
of it anymore
because that's what's in it;
it's not infatuation
It's yours.
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