I'm not yours to judge
or talk ill about
to give your advice
to relay your doubt.

Yes I'm angry
I believe I should
but that does more damage
and less of what's good.

I hugged
the other man today
through the betrayal
amidst the fray.

Yet people think
it's still me who's wrong
that I was weak
when I thought l was strong.

I took her back
even tried to set her free,
did my best
to be more than me.

Lost all my friends
to the ghosts of pity
Turned into stone
as I glanced at the burning city.

Alone again
like so many days before
telling myself,
'' Should have given her more."

Living in the shadow
of a man who did no work.
Who took her heart,
this heart he now lurks.

I am a man
at odds with luck.
A man whose life,
has run amuck.

Who am I now?
What have lost?
What did I gain?
And at what cost?

Stared into the abyss
to answer my plea.
Saw no comfort,
just a dying me.