We've all dealt with the breakups,
Drowned in the shakeups,
The streaks in our makeup,
The space that it takes up,
Valentine's day-
Four days past,
So you can pray,
That the next one'll last,
For Karlee, a text,
At 8 in the AM,
I knew what was next,
And I always replay them,
So I ain't here for the art,
I won't write from the heart,
I'll write from my fist,
Cause I brought a list,
Homeless,
I gave you a home,
When you were alone,
How could I have known,
You used me, played me,
Lead on and betrayed me,
You claimed that you cared,
Every time that we shared,
My bed, the space in my head,
The things that you said,
The thing that we made,
You just wanted laid.
If I can share my love in a poem, then hate is equally fair. Send a text as a breakup? I knew you couldn't care.
