Virgo season poem

On my phone scrolling through our past texts
Cuz my new grindr fling also is using g chat
In the month since you texted me out of the blue
I have been whipped by fear
That the longing wont stop
And the scars wont heal
And that whenever I get too comfortable
Your voice will be there
Telling me I am too much, too loud, that with too much I cared
In the season since we last fucked, I wanted it to be done
The tearing at my heart hadn't stopped hurting
By the time I had gone
Will the first dick ever remind me of the last ?
Fuck you and your trickery
From afar you still know how to burrow in me
Away I cast you from my being.
Its virgo season bitch and I must be a'cleaning
With the power of the dirt and the fish that decompose
I rid you of my being
In my thoughts you can no longer roam
I hope your partner finds this poem and tells u off
Cuz hun you know it ain't fair to hit and run

-fuck

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