She


The b***h of his story
Is the queen for some guy.
Theirs a love story
But what about my
Mother and my father
And my heartbroken brother,
The hero of our story,
But in theirs the 'other' guy.

'I love you,' she said,
Like in those stories new and old.
I'll marry you, and she did,
That beguiler so bold.
That lying, that cheating,
That selfish little b***h
'For better or for worse,
Oh but until the next glitch!'

Had this been a novel
A story or any pleasure read,
You'd have my sympathies
For you'd be in the lead.
But this is no novel,
No story, no pleasure read,
You only have my grudges,
For, in real life, we bleed.

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