Nauseating Nostalgia

I was so sick
of your so-called chick
moving in every Monday
She’d only say
sayanara on a Sunday
and not to me
just to thee
Remember when her chicken
made me sick in
the bathroom sink?
I’m not bulimic like you think!
You’d love to discuss
her hate & disgust
aimed in our direction
missing my face by a fraction
You’re the ideal distraction
from every thing that makes me mad
I’ve never needed someone this badly

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