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.