Ode To The Woman Who Shot Me - Poem by John Lyday
When you took off to Mexico
after leaving me to die,
it was one more item on the list
of your betrayals and your lies.
You grabbed the kids and left me
bleeding on the floor
my keys and wallet in your hands
you headed through that door.
Mamacita, I miss you,
even though you shot me twice.
That parting kick to my head
wasn’t very nice.
I don’t know how I wronged you,
that you turned to other men,
but can’t you see, despite it all,
I could love you once again.
I’m lonely here without you.
I feel as though I failed,
but should you return to me
I know that you’ll be jailed.
Send me back the children,
they need a better life.
After all we’ve been through,
you cannot be my wife.
You put two holes within me,
but the third was bigger still.
That hole shot through my heart,
and took away my will.
I know that we must end it,
so I’ll speak my final say.
My love won’t cross the border,
so stay down there I pray.
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