Love, Hurt, and Anger

Why are you such a skeeze?

It doesn’t matter how many times you say “please”

You never really cared for me

There’s no way I’m giving you back the key

 

Thing is, you’re not all that smart

I should have known right from the start

Using these cruel tricks n’ shit

Just so you can get some pics of this?

 

Who knew you were so desperate

I guess your pants were just that desolate

Seven years of wasted tears

For you to pierce my heart with a pointed spear

 

You played me like a cat with string

With all your casual cool talk and masterful flirting

If only I had known it was all a cheap ploy

To you, I was just a fun little toy

 

I’m glad that now you’re out of my life

Give my condolences to your future wife

No more of your lame excuses

My last word to you: deuces

This poem is about: 
Me

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