Dingy.

Movie kiss pose,

Never more than vapid emptiness,

Head back, eyes closed, lips parted,

Is it too much to want you to want more?

Nothing is ever real,

Arched back, left hand on face,

Everything feels false,

Contrived, too bright,

Ah, deep breath now viewers,

The contrast too sharp,6:14 ratio,

She just wants normality,

She can never get even that movie kiss,

Just the hidden, furtive kiss,

Never the kiss to swell your heart,

Just the one to shatter,

She’s never her, the right one,

She’s never the fallen one, set to rise,

The risen one, set to soar.

She’s the furtive fumble,

Behind a wheelie bin, skirt bunched up,

The one to deny.

Remember viewers, it’s not real,

Just like her to people.

The warmth doesn’t touch her,

The sunlight never dapples her skin,

She never hopes,

Never paints with stars,

Never gives tinkle laughs,

She just kneels,

Sucks then swallows,

Salt water tracks on her face,

Used. She’s only used.

Never cherished.

Never gets that movie kiss pose,

Or fairy tale ending.

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