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An ode to Johnny.
When he leaves you, do not come crawling back.
When he breaks your soul, I won't be there.
You cannot pick and choose,
For I am not the fucking ice cream flavor of the month,
I am a living breathing work of art.
When he leaves you again, do not come back,
You will not get to nestle inside my soul,
Or carve out your name into my ribs and sip wine from my carcass.
I gave you a choice, and you fucking chose him.
When he hurts you again, don't come crawling back,
You've caused enough damage,
And now i'm fading back to black.
When he breaks your soul, I won't be there.
You cannot pick and choose,
For I am not the fucking ice cream flavor of the month,
I am a living breathing work of art.
When he leaves you again, do not come back,
You will not get to nestle inside my soul,
Or carve out your name into my ribs and sip wine from my carcass.
I gave you a choice, and you fucking chose him.
When he hurts you again, don't come crawling back,
You've caused enough damage,
And now i'm fading back to black.
Published 28th Feb 2020
| Edited 17th Mar 2020
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28th Feb 2020 5:12pm
