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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