Apr
11
Poetweet #3
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She Left Me
She left me roses by the stairs.
She left me a message from yesterday.
She left me a note in the fridge apologizing for being a drunken mess and making me feel uncomfortable last night.
She left me with a broken heart.
She left me no choice. I had to go speak with the postmaster.
She left me riddled with scars.
She left me for Jesus.
She left me with a soggy bowl of Trix.
She left me some goose, so I guess I’ll just have to blame it.
She left me speechless today.
She left me a fondue pot.
She left me in Wal-Mart.
She left me for Scott. Look at her now, dummy.
She left me a few dozen snickerdoodles to live on.
She left me a list of chores to do while she’s gone.
She left me for Miss America.
She left me for Jordan a couple times, too.
She didn’t leave me because I called her big nose. She left me because I got caught.
She left me a half-eaten bag of Hostess Donuts on my doorstep.
She left me a message, but I have no way to reply to her.
She left me before we met.
-Editor (Twitter search phrase “she left me”)