Flee

The fresh scented blood
wrapped within those
flesh and bones and
a hooked-on-one-side
smile and strange fragrance
and crisp of voice and
mad figure in dark colors

The three spaces and
monotone answers and
long gone warmth and
simple hi and
unthoughtful words
almost close to dry

The other name
and painful questions
and stone headed
skull and meaningless
attention and unvalued
worries and stiff pat in the
side of mine and tall curved
fingers wrapped around
hers

Love looks good on you
It is true
Love that wasn’t for me
Cannot help but flee