I pouted today.
I could feel it curling
My lower lip down and out
It was completely natural, odd
Not forced and faked like usual
Lips still sweet with whipping cream
Drawn together in this sad conclusion
Thanks to the words from your lips
Confessions of friendship, not love
It was all too much for me to bear
There was no response needed
No other words to be spoken
Only this sad, lonely pout
Left to speak for me:
The heartbroken
Author notes
Note: I actually have quite some... difficulty... with pouting. It only happens on it's own when I'm desperately unhappy.
This one goes out to Laura, who reminded me today that I should still be writing. And to the one who inspired this, and who brought out the emotions that demanded to be written.
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