Taken

He's taken. And I knew.

He had been taken for a while, but...
But nothing. Inevitable, really.

No confessions, but a surrender. A draw.

I cheer myself up.

He wasn't special anyway.
So what?
That chick of his is vapid and shallow.
She's so pretty.
He would have broken your heart.
I want to stop running.
He wears a mask.

So do I.



2 comments:

  1. we all wear masks, pretending to be what seems a better or worse version than who we really are.

    +To Me It Matters+

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    1. Now, if we could only take them off...

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