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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem of heartbreak, cycles, and relationships.

© 2021 TM Smudge. All rights reserved.


The flowers he gave me, aren't even dead,

There's already another, girl in his bed.

Soon he'll be back, it's just a mistake,

Sorry he ever, put our love at stake. 


I take him back, what else can I do?

wanna believe, that his words are true.

But just can't help looking, all through his phone,

I'm paranoid now, a dog with a bone. 

He's sleeping as I, hunt so discreetly,

And find out there is, not one girl, but three.


They're in their knickers, and I start to cry,

He wakes up, immediately, asking me why.

I tell him get out, while throwing his phone,

It shatters on the floor, making him groan.


Annoyed he's lost them, the pictures, that is,

But turns on the charm, the best in the biz.

Baby I love you, they don't mean shit,

I ask him, then why, did you even do it?

He says he's not sure, what's wrong with him,

Please, one more chance, he's out on a limb.


I say I don't know, what I should do,

He replies c'mon, I promise it's true.

Claims this will be, the last time for sure,

Won't keep on breaking, my heart anymore.

Submitted: June 02, 2021

© Copyright 2021 TM Smudge. All rights reserved.

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