Girls Getting Dumped, It Feels Like Poem by James McLain

With my mother's stolen wine
I toast to the end of the world,
inside I'm climbing
a tree in the dark
my broken heart,
green leaves have all turned brown.

My guy was away for one day
it felt like a month
the ice man he cometh near
out of touch here inside of my chest
is that fear.

I skyped, I face booked, I insta gramed
kinda like
I know how you do each day,
my girlfriends know
how can they know before me?

Supply - - - your name, Dear Grace
he knew, that I knew
about what you knew, and you my friend,
the longer I think,
I am, Lord I'm weak from the shock.

I mumbled o.k.
putting it off any longer I can't
I'm sorry he said
let's be friends and my jumbled thoughts
dumped in front of my friends
minus one that won't to me say.

What she likes, I used to feel
at night through her window he comes
the shimmering light
that bright glow on his face
I won't see,
until we all meet back at school.