A breath escaped her lips before she felt like letting it go,
emptying her lungs before she felt like releasing a sigh,
mocking her before she felt like using a tissue to dap her cheeks,
crushing a word like an egg cracked on a skillet before it felt like being broken.
A neutral smile positions itself on his face
She looked away.
He begged her to stay.
No fucking way.
He begs her for one more kiss.
No fucking way.
He begs her for another chance.
No fucking way.
She begs him to let her go.
No fucking way.
She tells him to cast his line for another girl, a girl more fitting for his parents.
No fucking way.
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
