Surprises, I feel now, are primarily a form of violence.
I am part of everyone I ever dated on OK Cupid.
In this storyI am the poetYou’re the poetry.
As water is to a thirsty soul so is love to a broken heart
And life goes on like this,an uncomplete poem.
I´ve blown it, the whole grisly charade.
Tough break-up? Trash stinks, which is why you toss it.
I once broke up with a boy because he wrote me an awful poem.
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