And I Felt Terrible

Well, I got over my little bit of jealous texting.

I got over it as soon as my friend wrote, “No way. You’re the best for me.”

Then she took all photos of the Costa Rican Blues Band off both our timelines.

I felt terrible. I was deliberate in what I wrote. I wanted a response and I got one. I felt terrible.

Why? Coz I was jealous. Coz I was manipulatin’ the situation to start an argument.

I wanted her to tell me, “You don’t like it. The hell with you.”

I wanted her to tell me, “Fuck off.”

Coz, if she told me that, then I could say, “Fuck this.” And quit.

I’ve been lookin’ for a reason to bail.

I’ve been lookin’ for a reason to blame her for me bailin’.

Coz, if she was to blame, then my feelin’ terrible would be her fault.

But, then she said what she said and I couldn’t blame her.

Then she did what she did (delete the photos) and all I could do was blame myself…

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About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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