To the men in my life that made it for the most living, even if mostly it was me you all got given.
To my luckiest of charms who sadly parted after my illnesses started.
My soldier that i held through fearful time, got wed instead to a beautiful bride.
That wasn’t and would never be me no matter the lies you trapped me with.
You have your wolf, and the house we wanted oh so bad, in times i’d be glad.
If out paths cross, which one of us will stay mad?
Short poems each about different men i'v grow up with a s a friend or girlfriend.