A woman scorned,
An ex- relationship born
I'm a victim of her past,
Not her new ex, But the latest to get the axe
I was supposed to be a breath of fresh air
But she refused to breathe
She still stuck on dude,
She forced herself to leave
She wanted me to be everything he was supposed to be
Never took me for me,
Just a new & improved version of him
Love is not a competition
It's beauty that gets better with repetition...
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