Good riddance

a spell is cast

with a telling brash brush-off

‘It’s over’ and head turned with whiplash quickness

a devilish cold shutdown – no questions asked

perhaps a theatrical ‘its not me its you’ would be better?

still rejection is one helluva reality check

like cold metal that clamps on the heart

the sting of tearing muscle

making it hard to breathe

heart ache that’s seemingly relentless

how did she respond to it, you ask

well she said fuck this nigga

and proceeded to fuck all his niggas

 

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