The game of Cold goodbyes
Just some thoughts from a woman in becoming
With every man she slept with,
She lived a little bit,
Before she died a little more.
Sex was a cage, but also a relief
From the chronic loneliness she felt.
She knew the truth about her habits,
But her soul hurt more than her privates
In the morning—
because morning light dissolved her sorrows.
She met with strangers in fake intimacy,
Scared of needs which screamed inside.
Her beauty was offered for no reason
Other than the hope of love—and cold goodbyes.
About the Creator
Iulia Popa
I write non-fiction, fiction, and poetry. I like to capture emotions and explore different sides of the human experience in my writing. For me, writing is a kind of journey—not through countries, but through universes. Follow me to see.
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