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Ode to the Drunk Girl, Don't Text That Man

Babe, we’ve talked about this too many times to be sane.
Put your cell phone away, there’s nothing to be gained
from texting a man who knows you miss him.
You sent the long paragraph, he doesn’t care,
which is why you’re six shots in, and I’m holding your hair.
You can’t fix him, he’s not a flat tire.
His mama should have named him “Selfish Fucking Liar”.  
In fact, we’re changing his contact name to that right now.
Give me your phone, your keys, and sit your ass back down.  
He forgot your birthday and didn’t know your favorite song.
You gave him all of the answers, and he still got it wrong.
I know it hurts, but you have got to get it together.
You’re sick of hearing it, I know, but you absolutely deserve better.
Written by Mars_August (Mars August)
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Author's Note
We've all been there.
Anyways, this was my first whack at a sonnet. A lot more difficult than I remembered it being! @MidnightSonneteer how did I do?
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