He got in my head and couldn’t get out. I loved him too much, without a doubt. I broke up with him, but my heart stayed true. I couldn’t give up loving you. Five months later, my feelings are forgotten. My love for you has hit rock bottom. I could care less about you than I would about a hog. I would also really like to hit your head with a log. Now you look like a somebody-who-no-one-remembers. While I am flying high since the last of the -bers. I’m now with him, and you are jealous. Our relationship is very zealous. I’d like to mark our five month never-versery with a little poem I wrote with much cursory.