Expected ending

 

She is now
in the bedroom,
sorts out her desires
between the sky
and my lips.

She doesn't get up
from the bed
where we played
a stupid game
with the expected ending.

She posts
her feelings
typing in the wind
#love #neck #kiss #eyes
#sorry #goodbye

She closes
our paradise
behind her and
lets me alone on the bed
with an undressed heart.

This poem is about: 
Me

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