don’t wanna

be the bad guy

in the story

I’d go home with her

half drunk half tight

if full of special needs

spend a few hours

let go of a load

she never asked for more

which I never gave

& that’d be it

for a little while

if I found another

there was no compromise

just pleased for you

was all she’d say

being young

full of new ideas

none of these lasted

more than a month or so

find myself going back

doing the dirty water dance

walking home cold

across the city

wondering what it was

she wanted

fool enough not to know

me being me

right then was enough

in her life