My love is not gone

it is the way

the sides are blurry

edgy, with your wisdom

of sassy words.

I inspired some kind of unrequited


I never deserved. I will disappoint you

so many times

you already  moved on

to younger models. I feel

like a rusty old lock

jammed up

with numbers

forgotten combinations. Take the lock

burn it along with my poems

or attach it

to the Brooklyn Bridge

with all

the other lost loves.

That is the kind of man

you are. The one that

keeps on getting away

from my key.

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