Pucker up excuses

in a bouquet of fanged words

and misplaced blame.

How you forget that pain is an effect

from causal casual sentences,

but you have always knew

which door was wide open and

which window is locked shut.

Charisma of your lazy fingers

plucks acquaintances apart with ease,

then let their layers fall to the ground

beneath spiked heels and muddy statements.

You exit my life once more

with the speed of a fire alarm

and stolen feet.

I am left wondering how much the bill of your tongue will be

this time.

Will it cost me my dignity or my intelligence?

I wonder if you have me labelled fool in your phone.

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