we had plans to see each other
and get dinner the day i got back
but you canceled and said your
friend had walked in on his cheating
wife and needed you most so he
was coming 'round to stay with you
(but what about me?
i needed you too)
my grandma died that night
and i was all alone when i found
out so i drove to your house
because all i wanted was to be
held in your arms
and my gut was confirmed since
your car was nowhere to be found
my calls went to voicemail,
text messages returned with
sprint error
you weren't a man
but a boy who couldn't even
have the balls – decency to admit
the truth
yet i still felt incredibly stupid
for wanting you while your dick
was getting put to use in another
woman's room
YOU ARE READING
with whiskey on our breath
Poesíabecause there's that one moment in life where you meet someone and wonder, "where the fuck have you been all my life?" this was - is our moment. © christine marie.
