to my first real jerk
who read me poetry
spoke spiritedly of trips
we would never take
who broke my heart
little by little, it hurt more
by being in my city
with somebody else
told me I was pretty
lied to me and worse,
told me the ugly truth
I lied too, you know
said I wished you well
but I wish you hurt
I wish you suffer and
regret letting me go
wonder how you ever
tired of me and looked
another way at an other
I hope we run into
each other and you are
alone and I am with
someone better than you
I hope someone else
hurts you as much
as you have hurt me.
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