In your own words.
You loved that poem.
Motorbike in the vicinity.
We created a monster
In our own image.
You are a hypocrite.
Goose did not treat
Me kindly, yes I kissed
Another person and my
Own friends went out
Of their way to make
Sure he found out.
Advantage to them?
You strove past and
You said that I was naive,
To accept the lift.
And I would have forgiven
You if you added:
At least you are safe.
I think it was a way
To cover your own guilt.
I had known you
All my life since I
Began nursery school.
And it felt like you
Added salt to my wound.
I stuck up for your
Promiscuous ways. And
Forgave you for telling
Everyone at work
Sensitive information about me.
If you did not respect
Your own self then
How could I expect you
To respect me and
My decision to wait
For a decent young man.
So I sit here and say
That as head strong
As I was, I still fell
At the hurdle of peer presure.
And when you add
Self destruction to the mix,
Then that solitary incident
Which I escaped was
Luckily the first and last.
And that rehab
Was a god send.
It was unavoidable.
I had a breakdown.
At 18, a mental breakdown.