He Poem by Rebecca Springsteen
He
He pushes my buttons.
Not all in a bad way.
He makes me want to scream.
He makes me want to slap him.
He makes me want to punch a wall.
He makes me want to bang my head.
He will never understand.
But,
He makes me feel warm inside.
He will listen.
He will be my shield.
He will be my army of angels.
He will be there.
He makes me smile.
He makes me sleep better.
He makes me feel okay.
And I love him.
He said, he did too.
Then he vanished into thin air.
Without saying goodbye.
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5/3/2024 11:38:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
He was a rat. You are better off without him. I would not say this if he had been man enough to face you and say goodbye. He ran from a responsibility.
Well, if it isn't Barry! :) Yes, he is a really big rat. Thanks for reading- Rebecca :)