You need someone who will love you like that,
I stated as you grabbed your shoes,
On your way out the door,
I’m a slut, a liar, still not loving you
You repulse me with the mutual friends
Extended trips to my cell phone
The logs trace your number before deleted
Lies of dates, and times
Vague plans issued by you, Me a partaker no longer
Didn’t mean to kiss you goodbye
It happened, no meaning
Intentions of my heart and allegorical conversations
All dissipated when we reached the denouement
No mistreatment of this young lady
There’s no common ground, no similarity
Don’t forget your damn keys on your way out the door
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