Jailed for FAKE Love

Your pictures tease me.
You tattooed my name on
your lower back; I’m impressed.
Heartless at best;
your body confuses me;
easily forgettable like the rest,
or so you thought.
Your phone number’s traceable;
sit shiftlessly, gagged,
with tasteless motives.
Through my hollow stare,
slit your self-esteem by the wrists.
Call my name through a padded cell.
You struggle in a straightjacket
that blends well with your pale skin.
A wrecking ball of plagiarized love collided
with happily ever after.

(© 2022 AC)

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