cruel lessons

Never has time
since he found out
she rents,
never has time
for her,
it was a one time deal
just to see
how it would feel
to try to be real.
He never has time
anymore,
the once open
now closed
door
tells her heart
to break into
little pieces
again.
It is easier to carry
the burden of
rejection
that way.
He was a pedigree
cat,
she was a stray,
he had blue ribbons,
she wore ropes
to pull her ship
towards an open sea,
all aboard rats,
the heart doesn’t know
how to  lie,
it was time
for another
long goodbye.

About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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