The Boys of Summer

To the man who referred to us as “we”,

Last straws cut you to the bone as I spelled out “you” and “me”.

To the man who expected favors in the return for one small lift that day,

Your girlfriend left you as I said “NO” because you’re a dick that strayed.

To the man who bought me dinner as friends and drove me home that night,

You called me beautiful, as your wife sat at home, hoping I would bite.

To the man that assumed he could grope me because he thought I was cute that day,

A self-respecting woman doesn’t play those games in any shape, form or way.

To the man who said I should run if he ever divorced his wife,

You never knew my name, let alone my life.

To the man who chased me into the parking lot and thought his grip was sweet,

I could have put you behind bars and knocked you to the street.

To the man who said he loved me while we both knew there was nothing more,

Your lust for one thing only had me running for the door.

To the man who I thought was a friend yet talked behind my back,

You’re not taking my shit because I called you out and never once looked back.

To the gentleman who is on my mind because you charmed your way through stone,

You knew if you chased two rabbits, you’d catch neither one and end up all alone.

To the Boys of Summer, may you find your wish.

May you find your shallow ways ensnaring your latest fish.


To the woman who knows better than to allow men to treat her this way,

Get your shit together or forever be led astray.

“Out on the road today, I saw a DEADHEAD sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice inside my head said, “Don’t look back. You can never look back”
I thought I knew what love was,
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever.
I should just let them go…”







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