Duro.

 

Decimals. Fractions. Algebra.

Numerical diarrhoea.

Shared, subtract, divide.

Shared. Subtract.

 

Shared.

 

Shared?

It was never yours.

Unlike pre wrapped starbursts people cannot be shared.

To gain me you stole.

After all I was never for sale.

 

Never to be indulged in or tasted.

No bargaining or negation ensures…well me.

Hard to get? Or hard to want?

 

Either or the till scans me as unavailable.

You crave my touch but flinch when I come closer.

Wait, it’s the other way round.

Is it?

 

 

I’ll forgive you.

The resentment tastes bitter.

 

Acquired taste.

Beauty in a weird kinda way.

Like wilting roses and high cholesterol.