On a Friday night.
I could have let it slide,
But my pride
Was relentless
And you were repent-less.
The word that was spoken
maybe only jokingly
Like a little poniard
Cut me deep,
Stabbing,
Painful as a
Valentine's Day Break Up.
And I've known hurt
All too well
And I don't want to know it
Ever
Again.
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