She had a gleaming knack for rejection
Her trails were wrought with misery and tearful eyes
They always tried for a touchdown to her interception
Babe just loved staring suitors into a despised demise
Break-ups over texts, phone calls, shakes and French fries
Nail polish streaked on cheeks from vicious backhands
They were markings of a fool leaning on wobbly one-night stands
Left happily bowing to Madame Heartbreak’s demands