Dear Ex-Valentine
by Amber Maccione
Don’t treat me like a charity case
Because you bear the guilty weight
While she puts her bouquet in a vase
I’ll be picking up my shattered heart
to return to it’s safe
You bear the blame
While I wear the shame
In this love game you play
With me and this other dame
You seem to think your life is a rap song
Beating out love you’s to drag me along
Country strums the strings of my heart
I didn’t lose you; I chose to dart
Make your move playa’ boy
For I will not be your puppet toy
I will no longer wear this shame
I’ll leave it here for the next dame
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