Final sale

At the end
Of the day

You were
Always a
Love put on
Back order.

Emotionally
Unavailable,

Wrapping
Yourself
Pretty for
My Pretend
Purchase.

—-

I took you
Into the
Digital
Dressing
Room,

& tried
You on
For size.

[“Augment
Our reality
With me, bb.”]

—-

You were a
gar—men-t

I Visualized

Wrapped
Around
The Body
Of My life,

Not just
On one Finger
To twirl a
reminder on,

returning you
Back to sender.

—-

I wanted
To Taste
Every candy
Inside the
Variety-Pack

of your
Rag-tag
Chocolatey
Insides, that

You Kept 1
Hand Over,

remaining
Closed to me.

—-

I don’t blame
You anymore

For Protecting
Yourself from
My Prying eyes,
Lips, & hands.

—-

I made my own
Discrete trades.

A Lack of
glance here,

A door
crouch
There…

Price adds, on
The offer I said
Was a free gift.

—-

The difference
Between an
Advert & I is

All I wanted
Wasn’t just
Your eyeballs.

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