The Morning You Told Me It Wasn’t Her Car At Your Apartment Last Night
You lied.
I cried.
We died.
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You lied.
I cried.
We died.
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Don’t need more than a great title and just the facts!
They don’t deserve to have you or your great writing in their life anyways
Bam!
That’s a great example of letting the title do all the expositional heavy lifting, which frees up the poem to fly & sing.
I love this!
Love it!
You did it!
Perfect
Perfect. Succint, powerful, and beautiful.
Short poems are your power!