Anti-Advice in Rhyme
I cut my jeans to the knee,
just like you callously cut me.
I don’t know what I expected,
coming to you looking for advice
and ending up rejected.
Your words were unnecessarily harsh,
leaving scars on myalready wounded heart.
Now I cannot be the same,
I am so doubtful,
with only you to blame.
I feel like we’re two different keys,
miles from each other
on the keyboard,
but when he touches me,
I know you’re wrong.
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