For now.

You used to drag her by the mouth.

She used to be so eager to please.

She used to be the first one to offer peace

You used to bask in all it’s glory.

 

Nothing stays forever.

She refuses to be a doormat.

She’d rather be angry than hurt. So shunned you are from her.

She does not know if she wants peace at all

But for now, oblivion is a bliss.

 

**

I never write in rhymes.

 

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