I crave validation like a stone fruit’s juice
Even though I hate the trepidation of waiting on texts from you
So pretty, so soft, in your flattery again I’ve been lost
Sucked away by the taste of sunshine
I forget again what I can’t call mine
Temporary time ellipse
Then next thing I know I’ve hit that cruel pit
Gone is flesh, left is bone
Should’ve sensed it from your change of tone
Should've savored it before it was gone
But I never learn —
Give me the sweetness, give me the worry
Like an addict, you know I’ll be reaching for another
In my maddened hurry
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Joy Looney
A Nashville native turned New Yorker who writes about AI, data science, and all things tech by day and explores deep emotion, humor, and fantasy worlds by night.
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