Not the Girl

Don’t mistake me

Honeycomb

Is not my song

Hasn’t been

For years and years

Since way before

You ignored

All my emails

For five years

Then rolled

Back in to town

As if you were

The greatest gift

A girl could get

All smiles

And pretty

Compliments

So charmingly

You told me

To not give up

On boys like you

I was busy

Staring

At your wedding ring