first he calls you crazy
& then he calls you a slut
& then because you moved on
and wouldn't let him tear you down
well then he calls you immature and
desperate- taking comfort in the sad misconception:
you're making him jealous
thereby,
boosting his own ego.
when really you're
really
trying to make yourself happy
after he made you miserable;
and this makes him angry, bringing out his most
ugly features, her most beautiful ones
because you know she won't sit at home
crying under her covers- surrounded
in the false security
of her blankets.
you know she won't
you know she has...,
but you know she's learned now.
& it was okay for you to hit on onetwothree girls
seconds after you dumped her
but it was not okay for her to date a
week later.
cause you're a creep,
your friends know it;
her friends know it;
and who'll be around when you're comin' down
she will be.
she will be.
s./j. goldner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bonfires-in-november/
