Perfect Angels

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

I said what I said to her.
After hearing what she had to say!
To me...
She never showed respect.
She did what she did,
And I accepted her neglect.
Until I got tired of being her pet!
And I let her 'have it'!
I do not have any regrets!

I said what I said to her!
In a way I'm sure she understood!
It didn't matter to her she was breaking my heart!
And I got rid of her...
The best way I could!

Yes I said what I said to her!
And I have more to say to her,
Kept behind lips tight!
I refuse to have anything to do with her.
And that's why she's trying to stir up a fight!

She can't take the hint!
I took my cares for her and went!
I'm not trying to be involved at all!
She's the one baiting...
And making attempts for my fall!

I'm not around or near the scene.
And she's telling people I'm evil and mean!
She's the one carrying that monkey on her back!
Telling lies about me...
When she's the one revealing,
Why I escaped that trap!
She's backstabbing me,
When she's not ALL THAT!
Telling what she tells subtracting the facts!

I said what I said about her!
I'm not denying at all that was done!
And anyone who thinks she's honest...
Better find an exit and run!
She squeezes the life out of making love and fun!
Hear her compaints,
Like she's the innocent one!
And both of us have not been perfect angels!

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