Good Guys


that he'd like it was obvious
it had nothing to do with who or what he was doing it to
a physical response, like breathing
and it was so easy just to like it
be young and drunk and not think beyond that
maneuver the next day to the ready explanation
so wasted, so fun, wasn't it?
and her, alone, inevitably suffering
the looks and whispers like a movie,
everything seemed to be happening to someone else
until she pressed the blue black bruises
in places only she could see
because it wouldn't occur to someone like him
he was at all in the wrong,
he was at all being selfish-
but what really erupted
the maddening clutches of vengeance
vengeance, like a movie
how adamantly defensive he'd be without saying a word
having no hand in it, owing nothing for how he made her suffer

he was really such a good guy

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