The third breakup

We broke up again.
This is our third time.
I am in the process of forgetting Steve again.

They say the third is a charm,
And I hope that is the truth.
Because I don’t want to harm,
Especially myself; frankly, a breakup is like an aching tooth.

Since this is not the first breakup,
I will use my knowledge from past experiences.

First, I brainwash my emotions,
I will say, whatever I feel is not a feeling for Steve.
It is just the music and a cup of coffee that swing my feelings,
It is only the gloomy day that makes me feel blue.

Then, I will go out and buy some excellent food to erase my mood.
I will also walk in the woods until I could.
By no time, I will be in the No-Steve-Hood.

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