Keep Your Bad Boy

Yeah, I was crazy for you in high school. I spent countless hours on the phone or in person trying to help you sort out why your relationships were a wreck. You always wanted the Bad Boys. The lunk-headed,, ignorant jocks. I knew you had a high school abortion, nobody else did. Then you took up with another after high school. He hit you, but you didn't notice. You had a couple of kids and got divorced. then you just repeated the pattern a couple more times. You have a herd of semi-intelligent kids, most of which have criminal records before they are 15. Face it, you blew it.

Then I see you again after years of being ignored. Guess what, your tearful proclamation of finally realizing that "I was the nice guy that I should have chosen" is just a wee bit too late. I want nothing to do with your abused and worn out body. Nothing to do with god knows how many baby daddies out there. Nothing to do with dumbass kids who are nothing but trouble. You repeatedly had a chance with me, until I finally realized how you were just using me. Please stop telling people we have begun to see each other. It's a small town, but I'm not the shy person I was in school. I'm glad to start a scene in public these days. Don't ty and manipulate me. And no, I don't want "A piece of this" anymore.

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Chester Relationships August 07, 2020 at 10:45 am 2 0