Literature
my vindication.
My story starts when
You fell from grace.
After all wed been through,
You still wanted a taste
Of untrue love, unlike
Me, you wanted to stay
Chased by the boys,
And you chased me away.
Time after time,
Yeah, you made me sick
Because youd hit on anything
That walked and had a
Diction of at least a third grade level.
If they flattered you enough,
Sure as hell, youd let them revel
In some fake fantasy
That you wanted them too.
So, with the rest of the boys,
I became part of your queue.
I waited long enough
For you to come back to me
But I knew you were gone.
We no longer could be.
So I took my chances;
I