Ex Romance


We debate opinions and theology
But none of it holds value
In the end nothing changes
I’m still haunted by days with you

There’s no love to be found
You’re just like the others
As Thanksgiving dawns
We text our friends and mothers

Eager to break tradition
We sip liquor and wine
Falling in love by the second
We’re everything but fine

Stumbling into the guest room
We’re on the rebound
Trying our best not to think
We fall without making a sound

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