Poem: Dealbreaker

I’ve never published anything lovey before. Can you tell?
(This is for a competition. So don’t judge. But judge.)

DEAL BREAKER

It was all wrong;

His politics, his taste in music and art.
He didn’t believe in chakras, he didn’t like champagne.
His jumpers, his horse before the cart.
He drove the wrong car, he didn’t like the rain.

“It’s over,” she said. “You go against all my principles.”

Him: “… Oh.”

He sipped his hot chocolate.
Her’s was a smoothie.

“So…Which one was the deal breaker?”

Her: “My principle to never fall in love.”