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I passed you on the street

You screamed at me 

I said, “Honey, don’t you worry." 

I left and you found a man with a name you had never heard

Home

I was alone with walls to sink my teeth in

Months 

Months

Months go by

A black eye

Your father gave you that look 

On top, you cover it up

Your poetry professor said you were full of shit

"Love me, love me, love me!" 

How do I end this?