Worst Behavior

A poem inspired by true events

Photo by Brad Neathery on Unsplash

Friend turned traitor
Can’t hate the game
So three in the chamber
For the player

Steady asking for favors
Like I’m Joe the Trader
I can’t be your savior
Sink or swim
Savor the flavor
Of failure

Sharp as a laser
Words cut like a razor
Stocked up
On both pens and paper
On my worst behavior
I make my words fly off the page– aviator

She was looking in all the wrong places for love
I couldn’t save her
So I waived her
Picked up my pen
And wrote our end

–BFoundAPen