You say you're honest,
you're patient and calm.
You say you love me,
you're civil; but you're wrong.

Words are decay
when they're just too sweet
and fortunately for me,
they just hit bitterly.

Haven't you learned by now,
that romance is the line
that divides the lie of what
lust is and love shouldn't be?
Dear me-
I was once sixteen.

I was never the only girl
you ever loved, Shakespeare.
I was just the only girl
that you never fucked.

You say you're collected,
you're upeset and hurt, but
you don't respect me
and you have no concern.
 
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