My God, you are so vain
leaving me in all this pain.
Remember the day you said we should date?
How I sat there thinking it was fate.
But all it was for you was bait.
To get me to fall out of place.
All you are is a waste.
Swinging your dick around as if you got taste.
You always left in such haste.
I can't even contemplate the hate.
You are the worst mate.
I am sure you have left many in this state.
Go ahead and carry on with your life
As if you ever cared about me leaving in strife.
Proceed to leave, for I will pull through.
I will be better off living without you.
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Author:
Libby Lane (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 26th, 2022 11:25
- Comment from author about the poem: Originally written November 20th, 2022.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Many show false love and ditch,
We can't find it out that easily,
We must be damn cautious,
At last you prove your power
By bearing the loss stoically
And hoping to recover soon!
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