Everything about Her was too much for Him:
Her spastic laughter;
Her flaming fire;
Her uncontrollable energy;
Her crafty words.....
She was cute, but not quite right.
He didn’t like the uncertainty,
And the fear he felt in her presence.
He despised her brown locks of Venus,
Her direct eye contact,
Her beaming smile,
Her skinny body covered in freckles.
Guys like Him just walked away from the girls like Her.
So he did just that:
He left her for some blue sky and the lyrics of Bob Dylan;
Her left her for a musty hotel and a pack of cigarettes;
He left her for a blonde in a bar and little piece of pseudo reality…..
No attachments: that’s all he really wanted.
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