Poetry / X

Not a day goes by that I don’t hear about an X.
Not the letter but the kind that gets you vex.
I think, by now, everyone of us has had one.
That fact we have means we had enough.

How can two people who start out so in love,
End up individuals that are bitter and twisted?
How can a person that says they love you,
End up, loving, causing you so much pain?

An X can affect your future, as they are your past,
Making it hard for your new love to enter your heart.
Why do so many of us fall for that classic line?
‘I really do hope we can still be friends.’

‘Friends’ the X said, laughable, now looking back.
Friends do not cheat, friends do not always take.
Friends appreciate, yes friends will support you.
The word ‘friend’ is branded far too easily these days.

Don’t be mad with an X, they are our teachers.
Yes, when it all ends in tears do not forget.
There was a good reason why you cried.
We must certainly forgive but never forget.

I’ve seen an X masquerading as a sheep.
Not you again, be gone, you sneaky wolf.
I remember the last time how you bit me,
Twice shy, you will not get that close again.

Is it possible to remain friends with an X?
Many of us do and many of us don’t.
Truly analyze an X’s deepest intention,
And remember X, usually, marks the spot.

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