Our love was once addictive
Like the petrol smell
Consumed me and subsumed me
It would never work out well
But the swing from red to blue
Was eye wateringly fast
Love was mottled, romance throttled
Thank God it’s in the past.
I am glad we kicked it to the kerb
Did not try to masquerade
For a microwave should not reheat
What needs buried with a spade .
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