Death by Chocolate

You were sooooo sad
when I, like, told you
I was dumping you.

"Why, babe, why?"
echoed in my ears
as I, like, gave you
back your ring.

Like, it hurts me really badly,
more than that time
I got cut from
the cheerleading squad
back in seventh grade.
It just aches, you know?

But you betrayed me last week
on prom night.
Our dinner, was, like perfect
until you broke my heart.

When I left to check my hair,
so I would look awesome
just for you,
you ordered my dessert
and your, like, doom.

DUH, you KNOW I can't have
chocolate, it ruins my complexion.
If you really loved me
you would have, like,
remembered that.

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