Dear Jessica,
I got the invitation to your wedding in April
and I’d like to say
I’m happy for you
but that would be lying.
Truth is, I’m pretty broken up about the whole thing, especially since you said I could have had you but that I was with Brandy
and you needed to move on.
And even though staying with her
was an honest mistake,
I still pay for those just the same
as I’m left with only the hurt of wondering.
Meanwhile, I speed towards age 30 driving solo
with nothing but my fear of rejection,
battling my fear of loneliness
and gallons of testosterone.
Thanks for the invitation
but I’ve got poker with the guys.
Tell that lucky bastard I said “hi,”
and I’ll be sure to mail a present.
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