me neither

je t’aime, moi non plus

I don’t love you
I’ve not been true
I haven’t left you
but I don’t want you.
What do I do
when the one who
I adore is just after a screw
I’m a silly moo
Is that all you can do
tell me that we’re through?
you put me in such a stew
knock my heart askew
But now at last I too
have had enough: I’m through.

Inspired by the Poetry Review

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