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one last time
While giving you head,
I look up and see
Your fucking phone
Pointed at me.
Laughing, I snatch it from your grasp
And scroll through the pics.
You've got 30 pictures
Of me sucking your dick.
Before I get through,
You panic and take it from me
I look in the mirror behind you
And see your infidelity.
The reflection shows you
Deleting pics really fast
Of some thick bitch,
With a close up of her ass.
My heart literally breaks
As I get up and dressed
I've seen what I need to,
Just forget the rest.
I don't say a word
when I walk down the stairs
You ask what's wrong
As you start to get scared.
You slip on your shoes
And run after me
I act like I'm ok
But my heart's stopped beating
"Ill walk you home"
"You don't have to, it's okay."
You know that you've been caught.
"No, I want to, babe."
We walk in silence
Night colder than day
I shiver, you grab my hand
And think of what to say.
Just as I thought,
I'm not good enough.
"Maybe he is different"
"Maybe this is love"
I was fucking wrong.
Crying as I'm typing.
The only things that were right,
are the poems I've been writing.
My hand slips out of yours,
As you say goodnight.
You tell me you love me,
And I say it back
one last time.
I look up and see
Your fucking phone
Pointed at me.
Laughing, I snatch it from your grasp
And scroll through the pics.
You've got 30 pictures
Of me sucking your dick.
Before I get through,
You panic and take it from me
I look in the mirror behind you
And see your infidelity.
The reflection shows you
Deleting pics really fast
Of some thick bitch,
With a close up of her ass.
My heart literally breaks
As I get up and dressed
I've seen what I need to,
Just forget the rest.
I don't say a word
when I walk down the stairs
You ask what's wrong
As you start to get scared.
You slip on your shoes
And run after me
I act like I'm ok
But my heart's stopped beating
"Ill walk you home"
"You don't have to, it's okay."
You know that you've been caught.
"No, I want to, babe."
We walk in silence
Night colder than day
I shiver, you grab my hand
And think of what to say.
Just as I thought,
I'm not good enough.
"Maybe he is different"
"Maybe this is love"
I was fucking wrong.
Crying as I'm typing.
The only things that were right,
are the poems I've been writing.
My hand slips out of yours,
As you say goodnight.
You tell me you love me,
And I say it back
one last time.
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