You became a poem too

I told you about my poems,

But you forgot.

Now you are a part of my poems,

So that I can forget.

I should have known then what I know now,

But the question remains - how?

I trusted you to be true,

But who knew you were such a shrew?

What happened, happened - done and dusted.

How does it feel to be busted?

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