We’re Breaking Up and I’m Calling a Doctor


I’m sick of you
And the darts you throw
At my pride.
The way you watch the blood spill down
Like the wine from our failed dates,
Staining white tablecloths
Like a magic trick.
Like the disappearing act you pull
Last minute.

I won’t take this one
To the emergency room,
You can’t resuscitate a still heart
Three hours after it stops beating.
And in our case,
This love was dead
Long before
We called it off.

We’re Breaking Up and I’m Calling a Doctor

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