Im so distraught that i cant write poetry...

i stood at enemy lines cuz i wanted to, nothing to do with you drafting me.

I can walk out now, and rip up the fuckin contract,

i earned my ribbons & purple hearts... she didnt even make that contact.

I have scars & bullet wounds, what does she have? nothing...

if youre still gonna love her... tell me why the hell im here then.

I brung little soldiers in this world, and she left without notice,

i carried the weight while you where gone, but you already know this.

Ive been here since you were broke & couldnt help yourself...

she treated you like a fucking BET... then put you back on the shelf.

I make sure youre okay, called orders in this bitch...

but the ones who broke your heart, still its your heart that they get.

Ive changed my life, my goals, the people around me and all...

if youre still gonna love her... then it is you that dropped the ball.

I dont know why i shedded tears for yall, see baby,

you helped me afterall... i DID write some poetry lol.