not a haiku

She thinks he will hurt
and ignore all soft things, plus
He gets mad so quickly

Remember, dear girl
All these things would turn cold
 without a match

When did you start smoking?
He asks, as I light the end
I smirk and he calls me a wild-card

I drank a bottle of Au Contraire Chardonnay
And begged him to keep loving me
We ran through the cornfield laughing again

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