love cycles

like the red sock that inadvertently

 ends up in

the white laundry

you slipped unnoticed

into the centre of my

plain vanilla white world

you were striking and colourful
 boldly stepping into 

the unguarded door 

of my heart.

you invited me to dance

a slow twisted tango

and i blushed subtle shades

of scarlett at the heat

of your touch. 

gyrating, rotating

to the beat of a spinning drum
bleeding all over
me, 'til
i was bled dry

love cooled, 'cause you changed
the choreography

then tossed me aside

leaving me with only warm memories

and a crimson stain

it's a cycle i will repeat

 fully aware that

this isn't normal. i believe normal
is just a setting on

the tumble dryer

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