The 2nd A Slug
Those last semester pictures;
I posthumously notice how I leaned
away from him, attention ramrod straight ahead.
Against my will, thoughts of
him, face cringes, pulls disgust.
Frogs still decorate my room, gifts
hold no emotional attachment,
because attraction never existed with him,
emotions were passive at best.
Engineers are fine,
but I'll gag at the mention.
My family calls him slug ugly
I laugh along, not regretting,
just wishing it had been shorter.
I'll never get those two months back.
A nasty part of me celebrates:
the holiday breakup,
a chipped tooth,
those awkward (for him) avoidances.
I moved on the day after,
only fought against the loss of friends for a week
Because
I found someone better because of him. This
final thought, a cementing thanks, but no more
waste of brain space
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