MISSES SEPTEMBER
October was already taken
I had to settle with September
“I am so in love!”
Misguided truth
“I am extremely happy
For you.”
Brown pants
White top
Black jacket
She glided with her head
Adjusting her orange sunglasses
I slip, I slide
With every movement of her mouth
With every word she speaks
With every smile she throws
With every look she gives.
“I am extremely happy for you
You seem to be in good mood.”
But I was taken
Even before I knew her name
Even before the cursed lover mane.
Her cigarette flamed alive
-should have been my lips-
The smoke dances above her head
-should have been my name-.
