Love, Ex

You said you’d never make me cry.
But this water pouring down
My face; it’s nothing, really.
It’s only salty ‘cos it comes from
Inside my body, like sweat.

Couture

Don’t treat me
Like you did your ex

Don’t love me
If there’ll be a next.

Don’t cut and hem,
And clip and trim.

No hand-me-down love
Needed here, thanks.