Formerloverism by allaboutgeorge

When I met you I agreed that you could do anything. I took you for a friend, an ally and a confidant. Then you said those words, like you could say anything. I took you for an enemy, the one you didn’t want. And my words don’t match your rhythm: formerloverism. I looked all around me, saw my friends side with you. They said I made mistakes, and my mistakes were plain. I looked all around you as they called on me to change. You say I frightened you. Now everyone is under strain. Call you by a name not given: formerloverism. I spell. I cast. I run my mouth real fast. I throw these stones. I hide my hands. I keep looking for words that will last but where I stand, it slips on sand.

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