I’ll not hear your story,
For you’re my ex,
Part of history;
Given you the axe.
To the floor you’ll be pinned,
If you don’t stop this nonsense.
You’re being thick-skinned,
Declaring your innocence.
Stay away from my path,
Never want to see you again.
I’ll recover in the aftermath,
Won’t feel any more pain.
What’s done is over,
Useless singing the same tune.
I’ll carry a four-leaf clover,
To give me good fortune.
*Photo credit RODNAE Productions from Pexels
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