Breakfast on Black Friday

Since you only gave me leftovers

I chose to be with someone else

Your leftover kisses were remnants of how you felt

With another person that you truly loved

Another person who scorned you

You’ve been through so many women that

You’ve completely lost count… could you not remember?

Unable to recognize the good from the bad

The awful from the awesome

The tragedy from the miracle

The authentic from the knockoffs

You don’t know anything

Kissing you was like having breakfast on Black Friday

Consuming leftovers from your Thanksgiving feast of past romances

Mountains and mountains of  ham and eggs sandwiches

And turkey cheese melts

Topped with several glasses of bloody marys


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