My Men

Him. Thought we were done. Wanted to love him, well wanted to love. He just showed up so I played the part. Broke it off wrong now here we are. Dealing with him. Him. Thought we were done. I was something to do, and he wasn’t the one. He tried to keep up. I’d vanish and fade. The back and the forth, the game that we played. Dealing with him. Him. Thought we were done. Moved on with my life, stopped writing those poems. He never did try, I picked up the slack, he did his thing, took his time to come back. Dealing with him. Him. I thought he was it. Now I have to explain, why I’m distant, distracted, the anger, and pain. I still want him though. Dealing with him. Them.