Sick and cruel
These are the words I would use to describe the
Men that I’ve met
My coworker, my ex, my teacher
You would think where I was so young they
Would’ve been able to know
Know that what they wanted they couldn’t have
But for them it’s just not that simple
Do the bruises prove that you were right?
That I should give in?
Do the nights I’ve lost pushing for you
Prove my dedication?
Was I good enough or have you moved on?
In guessing this one is young too.