A car to key,
Tires to slash,
That pretty little Beach house of yours to trash!

A picture to burn...
Now were through
My picture of us...
Just me and you...

>>ABSOLUTLY LOVED THEESE TWO STANZAS, GRET WORK ON THAT. SOME LINES FEEL FORCED AND SOME ARE VERY NOTICIBLY FORCED BUT OTHER THAN THAT A VERY WELL WRITTEN POEM, I LOVE THE HATE THAT SEEPS OUT OF THIS POEM TPOWARDS 'HIM'.

Excellent work<<

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