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.