I was going to call her a B
I even equated her with a gangrenous C
But I decided quite equivocally
That she is a waste of any of my energy
I refuse to be a "almost dick" on call
even to the one who gives even me
some hope for humanity
now it crumbles and will soon fall
Deep into the pit I shove
only touching with a glove
the slime mold covered disintegrated root mass
of her pretend friendship - it did not last
But that's in the past
I am learning a truth very fast
Never ever EVER fall in love with a gapping wound - you'll only end up covered in mucus, puss, and blood that isn't yours.
I guess it is just men from now on.