she won't stop,
onto the next person
only seconds
after the last.
"it's the chase, isn't it?"
i asked her
on one
soft,
slow,
boring
morning --
where her reply was quick
and short.
"i don't date."
it was the
thrill,
excitement,
the fun
of it all.
with each switch,
she left someone
broken
and hurt
more than what they
already were.
date wrote: 7/8
bit personal