He made his move and what was there to say.
You only heard his lies each time he talked.
You had moved on, but not quite moved away.
The door was almost closed, and in he walked.
He said: “I’m sorry—it was my mistake.”
You thought: Guys don’t mistake-sleep with another.
He said: “Tell me how to help heal this break.”
You thought: Bad boys always come home to mother.
And mothers always take their wastrels back.
He’s Peter Pan, you’re Wendy, and it blows.
He gives you magic, and you give him slack,
Which keeps him immature. And so it goes
Until he leaves to live with lost boys and
Some little bitch from Never-Never Land.
Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells