You: The world is *******.
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Me: You don't say?

I used to believe
that I would
never
be able to
move on...

But whenever I woke up
this morning,

I didn't even
think about
**you.

I lay my dingy old purse down on the floor,
by the hydrant reeking with ****,
my broken stilettos,
as well as my judgement and heart.
Only hours ago, you took my heart and smashed it to the floor.
You left me.
So I ran.
Now here I am, still in my clubbing clothes,
strewn, messy,
on the sidewalk and crying.
Smeared makeup,
runny mascara and eyeliner.
I don't care.
All I had left was you,
and I put my everything on you,
I paid for the rent,
I worked double jobs to support you
as you lay around doing nothing...
I loved you, but you used me like a tissue.
Now your off with some other *****
using her the way you used me.
I wipe my face,
stagger down the block, clutching dearly
at the wrecked shoes and purse,
my hair tangled,
my small glitzy dress in tatters,
too much showing.
An older man walks by me, whistles, low and clear,
piercing my fuzzy head,
and I wink and blow him a drunken kiss.
I have to continue walking,
one foot in front of the other.
I'm too aware of everything,
the honking,
the blaring lights,
the stares,
It hurts, all that noise, all that brightness...
I wince and stumble back to the ground again.

Suddenly, a honk.

I look up to see a cab right by me, it's door open, inviting me to go in and be driven to somewhere else. I sniff, wipe my face and crawl my way in,
closing my eyes, and
waiting for paradise.

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She was never seen again.