Memory is ruthless
As any heartbreaker
In a break-up pop song,
The lover who comes on
Too strong, seduces you
With plenty, promises
You the world, then ghosts you,
Or leaves you stealthily,
Withdrawing your options,
Shuttering your futures
Together, quietly
Leaving you to wake up
Alone in bed one dawn,
Abandoned, still swearing
You’re going to write that song.
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