We went separate ways.
You left me in a haze.
You were older, wiser,
more.
You told me you respected me more,
More than any other woman.
I had thoughts,
A brain.
Compassion.
You told me news and my face became ashen.
She was like all the others.
You could use her and toss her aside.
But you wanted to be with her,
Not me....
~two years later~
A message.
Simple.
Short.
Sweet.
You notify me that you will be visiting.
Not your closest bros.
Not her.
But me...
How can I confront you.
And me.
No buffers.
