If I could take back Sunday, I'd do it.
And this time, I'd seal an apology card, and sign it with the uttermost parts of my destitute heart.
Because Monday she left me, without a promise of summer,
I'm taking back the fight we had last Friday night.
If I could just go back to where we started,
To where she said she loved me, I would.
But last night she told me she wished I'd dropped dead.
And last Thursday, she used my words against me.
Tomorrow she'll show up and three days later,
She'll say she loves someone else,
And four days after that, she'll say she just wanted to make me jealous and that she's never cheated.
To call her a gaslighter is an understatement,
But if we could just go back to last February 14th, I'd have kept walking by.
So, bye.
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
