lose the girl

phase one
spill your guts
honesty
as a quality
never quite worked
well for me
anyway

phase two
she’ll
set the distance
push it between us
incrementally
greater with
every passing day

phase three
always demonstrates
the hands of fate
never had
happiness
planned for me

phase four
sidelined
I’ve been
marginalized
this spectator process
reaks with the
stench of familiarity

phase five
into the abyss
the bottomless pit
darkness
as an envelope
seals the edge
and engulfs me

phase six
repeat
and rinse.

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