At least you gave me poems

You said you hoped I fucked a friend

But I assured you it was platonic

But then you had your ex and a new chic

Somehow you made shit erotic

One-sided Polyamory didn’t work out

Fingers crossed, you’ll never read

These little steams of consciousness

Cause God, I dread to what kind of mess

You will be when I’m only trying to express

I still need time to process it all

You know I loved you the most.

I’m was open to take on the shame.

Willingly take on your name.

I was happy to take the blame.

Didn’t think it would end like this.

I’ve been nothing but honest

I’m sorry that pain is so real

I know I no longer have to kneel

But I’m slowly starting to heal

But I’ll try and be there for you

You see, it’s the divine right of a woman

To express her true self and in the light

And all the things that keep her up at night

At least you gave more poems to write

I hope one day you’ll understand