Not Your Type
Author: Farea


You see the reasons
don't really matter
because in the end
your meaning is all
the same.
I emotionally stripped
down for you
told you everything
pulsing through my brain
it was disregarded.

So what were
those late summer nights
hand holding
looking into the horizons-
all an act?

I gave until
my veins ran dry
that wasn't enough
or even worse-
I'm not your type.


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