Entry 913: Passer-by

In a queue of former lovers stands a parade of character. Broken hearts in single file, thudding the odd drums of pain; humming betrayals soliloquy, mellowing under a canopy of deceit. Promises left out to dry, as adoration grows meek upon lips. Lies making up for lies until a vortex of deceit swallowed us whole. Every emotion was challenged by denial, weaving me into a trend of dissatisfaction. I suppose I find safety in being alone, surrounded by obsessors rooting for my affection. Besides, I love trees and cemeteries more than human connection.

Photocredit: Martian Cat