What Happened

the day you realized she was better — a poem

I am not a toy you can throw away once you’re done with it.

But if you’re fine with that then I guess I am too.

Just one question…

Does she know?

Does she know that once you’re done with her you’ll leave her like you did me

With no rhyme or reason?

Does she know that you’re as big as an ocean wave and once you knock her down you’ll recede back into the ocean

Leaving her with sandy beach bottoms?

Does she know what you’re going to do once you get bored with her?

Or will you claim that after dealing with me you’re a changed man?

And that because of me you’ve learned your lesson and have become a better man?

Because God forbid you hurt her like you hurt me.