Merlot Misery

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poetry.

Submitted: August 25, 2016

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Cheers, drink up;
one more life to fuck.
Discern your intention:
a fool for a lesson.

The reason for these words?
My heart has settled,
the way yours seemingly would.
Your story: tell it.

Guilty till innocent;
innocent till -- the latter,
let's face it, simply
just doesn't matter.

A smile contorted
seven different ways,
vindictively distorted;
one for each face.

Delicate, my psyche --
you've obliterated it
beyond any repair,
what say you of this?

Your winning trophy sits
beneath my heart: bliss.
The first side of you I met?
Forever missed.

Cheers, drink up;
one more life to fuck.
Discern your intention:
a fool for a lesson.


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