Mr. Big
The player's club
is the lonely heart's
club
The mantra for
the day
Six months
later, and the player's
anthem still plays
The night you
smiled wide
and gave me flowers
The knife was
behind your back
And so the dilemma
persists:
how to forgive
without damaging
another
or the self.
Only
I'm tired
of being Ms. Nice
to Mr. Big.