"The ex in lover"
Thinking about you makes my stomach churn,
like the morning after a desperate drinking binge.
Your laughter, that was once the chorus to my favorite song,
is now the screeching of dying birds.
I hope the legs you've spread
don't equal the amount of hearts you've tread upon.
And the lies that you speak,
are agonizingly purged from your lips.
I'd be one wealthy ex lover,
if bitterness were weighed in gold.
-J. Lajoie
Thinking about you makes my stomach churn,
like the morning after a desperate drinking binge.
Your laughter, that was once the chorus to my favorite song,
is now the screeching of dying birds.
I hope the legs you've spread
don't equal the amount of hearts you've tread upon.
And the lies that you speak,
are agonizingly purged from your lips.
I'd be one wealthy ex lover,
if bitterness were weighed in gold.
-J. Lajoie
That's a pretty depressing poem, if nothing else at least it fits Halloween
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