Over Me? Wanna Bet?

Early September

She’s lost her temper

Her nostrils bared a flare

Weather reddened her eyes

Misplaced goodbyes

It’s either this or that

always tied to a lie

I’m with her as in never

In the back of her mind

Preserving spoiled time

She knocks on the door

We make love on the bedroom floor

(© 2021 AC)

(WattpadAmazon Kindle.)

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