Juliet and the Seven Ex-Boyfriends

As far as blood sport goes
with the seven mistakes hewn
into the fabric of her otherwise
ritualistic life

He’s a drama queen and he’s a saint
but what makes him the flavour of the month?
She’s astute and perhaps naive
holding on no matter who falls

Juliet
This is too much to comprehend
Juliet
We thought you were a God send
But you are as black as they paint you
As a harlot I never knew

As far as I can allow conversation
fractured beneath a simple denial
as their lips had once touched hers
She promised them
the same bounty

He’s a user and he’s emotional
but what makes him yesterday’s news?
She’s so cute and somewhat a bore
pushing us away so we are lead by chance

Juliet
This is too much to comprehend
Juliet
We thought you were a God send
But you are as black as they paint you
As a harlot I never knew

Seven first kisses
Seven first dates
Seven first break ups
Seven reconciliations
Seven deceptions

The End

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