No one ever fought for me
If I said we were over they said okay
And I loved that they respected me in that way
But I wanted someone to fight for me
to not want to move on from me.
Now here you are
a boy from Oklahoma
with a sad life
and calloused hands.
I said we were over
you said you'd move mountains to remain my friend.
And now I'm conflicted
Do I keep you around,
despite all your flaws,
because you are willing to fight for me?
I think I have to say no.
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Thoughts of a Ham Sandwich
PoetryA collection of poems. If you're reading for the first time start at the end.
