she knew how to like a guy

who didn’t like her back

and that is how she had spent

her last years

she fell for arrogant and bold

overthinkers and intellectuals

handsome and generous

one who loved children

mostly for brunettes

for one who resembled

her father

no

for a few guys as for one

today in the morning

she noticed a crease on her white bra

she shouldn’t have washed it by hands

when she hand-washed the bra

she squished it so far

even if she intended to do that

delicately

well she thought

if she hadn’t used a machine

she would have saved her bra

when she suddenly meets Him now

on one of the streets of the city

him not taking care of bleeding

wounds in his wrists

just smiling to her truly

she is whispering

let me open my eyes

let me find out I am alone

let me not like him