“Buddy”

Someone once said:

“That seeing is believing”.

Well, buddy, I see you,

But I can’t quite believe my sight.

It’s true you’re in my head,

After seeing your ass leaving.

Well, buddy, I’m through!

I’m not fighting this fight.

I should think, instead,

Of school, and achieving.

Then, buddy, I see you,

And my intentions take flight.

Some nights I lay in bed,

Sobbing. crying, grieving.

I blame my buddy, you

For this sleepless night.