Selective Misogynist Poem by Damian olatunde Ogedengbe

You said you loved me,
But you really liked him,
Opened up your soul to me,
But offered him your body,

As i read through your words,
I could feel my heart race,
A racing of anger and vengeance,
For every other girl like you,

I tried to love again,
Seemed like flogging a dead horse,
I tried to bury the pain,
Oh no, i buried it with a leg out.

Yes, i'm broken to pieces,
But i picked up a Shard of me,
A Shard buried in my past,
I'm a selective misogynist.