it wasn't her cigarettes
that made me break up with her,
or her language,
or how she drove her trans am
like
we were in a race
somewhere.
it wasn't even her mother,
would stood
at the door and cursed me when
I pulled and beeped
for her daughter
to come out.
it wasn't even that she lied
and cheated
on me and wore
rabbit fur coats,
none of that meant anything
to me,
the feeling was mutual,
but when she said I want to have
your baby,
well that did it.
case closed.
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