Hello there!
Make way for my crash landing
A deep dive into this sugarcoated
Gully of frustration.
From miles away, I perceived
Your stench of heartbreak
The acrid smell was abundant
So dense a troll's cologne
I saw it coming, yet took the dive
Falling headlong into disrepair
Beclouded by your painted love
Now undulating from raw to blunt
Two extreme ends of same curse
To love you is my curse
Even the finest milk goes bad
I comforted.
Am I being rational or just hopeless
When these days,
Love comes in counterfeits.
From your "ex would be lover"
