Once there was a woman who only lived to collect moments.To fill her cases on love she'd find a man and do just that. Love him and love him until all he could do was love her back. And when they'd give her their hearts, with a satisfied grin, she'd leave with the memories and emotional win.
"Are you crazy?!" One once said watching it go on a shelf. "We used to be in love but really, you only loved yourself."
However, it was all in vain, to the woman love was just a task. After the warmth was extracted there was no need to keep on love's mask.
And in a jar his set, in between all the rest. Her assortment ever updating and barely perused, to one day remind her of the life she collected and the people she used.
Painting By Gary Jefferson; garyjefferson.com
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