Dear Billy


It’s not what you said.
Or anything you did.
It’s the fact I gave you way
More credit than that.
It hits me hard, worse than a first
Shot of rum or a glock.
Worse than when you fall and you
Didn’t see it coming.
More painful than to just hit the ground running.
For no apparent reason
Except that you were bleeding…
Me dry, so I ask why you did it.
You swear up and down you loved me,
But your actions prove different.
The best you’ll never have again,
The most beautiful in the land.
And I have to wonder now…
How can you call yourself a man?

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