Guinea Pig Blues

I thought you loved me

For my talents

I thought you loved me

For my mind

But all this time

You loved me

For the way I sang

Your praises, and the

Wine I made

From the anticipation

You were drunk and

I was waiting

For your eruption

But all that came

Was an awkward muted shuffle

Teenage denial and

Gracious let downs

Not enough courage

To speak honestly

To anyone, I could only

Interpret your actions to be

Selfish and mean-spirited

I’ve made more meaningful friendships

With guinea pigs, which is

What I was to you


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