I just threw a memento in the trash
One of those "I love you" journals
Half filled memories of haberdash
Circumstantial wherewithal
I love her not; no longer at all
Says broken hearted I, with thoughts of lash
To remain cool through an out fall
Expecting too much from minds of rash
Have another drink, princess
Next weekend you'll do it once more
Asking me to chauffeur you from your tinder date
Who, after all, wants life without awkwardness
For then you would be a bore
But not for your angry desires to sate
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