Such a fed up
Jesus christ, I swear if I were a bomb
I would fricking pop
Bloody satan, wearing a weary effing frown
Such a let down
Not even mustering a flipping sound
I thought we tied a knot
Ascended high but
Apparently we're cutting ties
Only to fall hard
The ball isn't in my court
And you dropped it, which hurt
Now what do I do with your compliment
Plenty of fish in the sea
Sadly, plenty and ordinary
Clingy am I?
Alright, bye
I deserve better
Not something bitter
I'd take bittersweet
But not bitter or without a taste
I'm not asking for a big feast
Just common courtesy at the very least
©juckoon
J