End Lines

He wears his best apologies.

And his “It wasn’t your fault”,

with the classic “It’s not you, it’s me”s.

He can’t accept that he’s just like the rest.

Maybe if we were what we were before and I told him about him,

Maybe then he’ll see,

He’s not any different like the rest that he detest.

But I don’t really agree.

Because I see every guy differently

A different kind of bad and worse.

One thing that they all have in common

Is how I still loved him verse after verse.