Oh, how I know this feeling.
Somehow I'm down, I'm kneeling.
Arms crossed, I know its the end.
Ironically even before the beginning.
It's a trend.
Its a pattern I despise.
I ask only to spare me your lies.
Do not call me princess.
How dare you possess
the audacity to dress
me up like a doll
and then stall.
I was having a ball
till you told me you'd call
and you didn't.
Oh how I know this smell,
It's old and stale, the definition of hell.
I thought we connected so well.
I thought you saw through my shell.
Once again, I fell.
One day, I will not kiss and tell.
Until next time, good luck on your journey.
My only wish is that you do some learning.
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