Years ago she broke up with me.
I wanted to be a hero and get her back,
even though she was hot
for our bearded, beatnik best friend
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Very interesting how we change and the people around us or in our past change.
Love puts strange moves on a person, Max...keep sorting it out. The past is past. Raynette
I love the simultaneous honesty and oddness in this poem, Max. My only minor quibble is with how literal it is. I think you could have gotten the mood across in about half the space and let us readers fill in the blanks. Otherwise, very well done. I wonder if there was a dark part of you that was glad he beat her up so that maybe she'd come running back to you.