I love you, but I love me more.

I might be selfish but, I am happy to the core.

Your face filled with beauty, but your heart is as ugly as an old bore.

You treated me like a chore, called me a whore, and now I am out the door.

Time was never wasted because I learned a big lesson.

I’ve learned to prioritize self-reflection.

I will be honest and mention,

we were never meant for nesting.

There was always too much tension

and not enough confession.

It felt like a never ending recession, consistent finessing, and one too many smoke sessions.

Despite it all, you were truly a blessing.

Now, just an old memory passing.

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