by Rena Kermasha Part I The primary sting of loneliness. And the stink of resent. Pump. Beat. Pulsate. The strength I do not squander (sm) Leaves me stone cold. But resilient. While the shame of our squalor. Resonates. Remains. Rots. The decay of love is More hideous than. Part II I won't ache for you. You do not ache for me. I will dream of others. Like you left me for strangers. I kill our dream. It created this nightmare. And I'll stop the clock. To not see time pass so slow. My structure is corrupt. It weakens me to need you. But my will is stubborn. I will not forgive you. Your tears are a lie. To protect me from me. Why the confused concern? Your heart is bigger than. Part III Tadpole lost in lipstick. Got all messy. And begged for mercy. Starfish caught in a web. Won't go through. Leave me you. Fill empty pages with sighs. In books given before goodbyes. Circle lips on slips. You kissed during trips. Dew on your wink. Won't land soon. It searches for my bosom. Seeds plant healthy in replete soil. Not decorative tiles. Stepped on by worn out boots. But you won't grow. Nor what you sow. Because to you, your heart. Is more trivial than your dick. Epilogue Pump the dream. Beat the nightmare. Pulsate the clock. Resonates need. Remains will. Rots.