The Ex Who Tripped Over Me😎 Poem by WIN VENTURA

He called me wild, said I was flame,
But couldn't handle a woman with name.
I was thunder wrapped in lipstick red,
He brought matches, now he's burnt instead.

He said I talked too loud, too smart,
But darling, he just feared my art.
A queen with scars, I wore my crown,
He played games and lost his clown.

He said I'd beg, he watched, he waited —
But all he got was blocked and outdated.
Now he tells tales, oh how I cried —
While I sip tea, legs crossed in pride.

By: - WIN VENTURA