In a haze of smoke and booze
and workdays of complete dejection,
you think you’ve found
the perfect woman who
can give your life a new direction.
She pays attention to your words
and doesn’t interrupt.
She doesn’t flirt with other men,
her eyes are on you only.
You wake up, your arms
around her, lipstick pink
smeared on your lips.
You see she is only metal.
You are only lonely once again.
published in Medium
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