you jilted me like a guilty traitor
in the dizzy eye of the storm,
you vanished yourself as a fugitive,
now I know why are you on your own,
you break your favourite toys,
you don’t care,
massive purchasing power,
you escape as a seductive politician,
the burglar took off the balaclava,
and it was always you,
was it nice to take away all the evidence?
no romance in sight,
just counterfeit promises at the moonlight,
you took everything of me
even my written poetry tragedies.

Pampa Gallagher
if guys don’t want me to write bad poems about them, then… they shouldn’t do bad things!
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