cobbled together
from pieces
of all her former lovers
she worked
like frankenstein
in her laboratory
trying desperately
to make him into the one
she truly wanted
bolts on his neck
jagged scars
on every joint
every word
a moan of anguish
as he lost what made him him
he was the creature
but she
she was the creator
acting surprised
when he tried to be playful
tossed her girlish aspirations
into the river
to drown
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
I love your tag ‘not love’ 🤣
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it seemed fitting
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Nice job! Seriously.
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it is the seriously that makes me doubt the nice job
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The word “seriously” was meant as an underline or highlight of the previous compliment. I do love you though Mike. You’re always just you.
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no one else wants to be me. only costume left at the shoppe.
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I don’t want to be you because I like my head hair 😔
And yes I butt into conversations. Whaddya gonna do with me 🤷♀️
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you are well within your rights on both accounts.
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Lol 🤔
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I’m thinking she said seriously because you might on very very rare occasions doubt your magnificence as a poet
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Yes. Yes exactly. 😁
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so now both of you are making fun of me.
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It’s the way we roll
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birds of a feather taunt together. I know the old line
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The idiom master
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you misspelled it
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Oops. The idiom masturbator,
Although I’m not sure now exactly how that might go 🤔
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along the same lines, one in the hand is worth two in the bush methinks
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Ouch
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you can’t ouch my oh so clever word play.
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Lol
I was ouching your clever word action
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