This is just a test, a
comical round
of betting,
to sweat through another
love. Unable to see the words,
align
from my tongue, stretching out
into the jaded air,
below
the skies, our lies and dew.
Not lies with words but eyes
with swords piercing
itchy souls. This is just a test.
With hope in my pocket,
plans in my
head. Dreams in my eyes and
strong hands. This
is just a test.
Calling hearts, spades and tossing
my chips in,
I do not blink, or move when bluffing.
This is just a test. This should have
happened before
...between kisses...
I am three years
to late she said...between
touches...
Than she called
her ex-boyfriend...this...
is...just...a...test...
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