The Ex Poem by Jasmine Thompson

But of this scorn you see and feel. Could it be avoided. Would you go out of your way. To distance yourself from that man, that day. I'm an outsider trying look in. But before I can. I must understand the circumstances at hand. For stories vary. And some times they are question you should ask. When left wondering. Like a appetizer we are all still waiting on the full meal. We must let everything go in story that feels unreal. It can't be true, it can't happening to me. It is in our heads an impossibility and must be imaginary. Nothing can be that evil we say to ourself. As if that will stop it from happening again. A facade that we will be always protected and sheltered. But they are those who show us otherwise. And we must listen to them if we want learn how it can be prevented.