his father left him,
he was five years old.
his mother loves him
but he's getting old, now.
nineteen,
living life out shyly
he's been pretty lively,
i don't think of him so highly.

we met at a taco bell
depressive,
he seemed to tell
a story,
back then it didn't bore me,
and he, in fact, adored me,
too bad we ended up
so poorly.

8 months continued
and his mother had
issues
with me-
always
she had to diss me
maybe she should have
kissed me-
recently admitted to me
thoughts she's kept
so secretly

her son,
with whom i'm done,
has no clue,
since he's been gone,
the things that have
gone on-
maybe i'll be the one
to tell him
now,
i'm sleeping with his mom!
 
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