Young Writers Society

Why did you lie to me?
How could you hurt me?
Why and how could you desert me?
I'm still asking myself, Why?
When did you meet her, Dan, when?
Was it at that party your friends threw,
where you swore that you were drunk and that it would never happen again?
The first time you hooked up, did you think of me?
Did you feel any guilt Dan, did you?
I'm betting you didn't.
How could you have,
if you just went back for more?
Would you believe it,
I met her today,
she was knocking on your door.
Imagine my suprise when she told me she lived there and was locked out,
asking if I was from maintenance and if I had a spare key.
When I asked her name, to my horror she gave me yours,
Dan Jacoby,
and told me that she was newly married.
She even showed me the ring.
And would you believe it,
it was the ring that, together, we picked out,
you and I.
The ring you told me had to be sized.
You didn't tell me that it had to be sized for another woman.
Why didn't you just tell me the truth,
that you had fallen out of love and back in again?
Were you scared I'd be mad,
were you scared I'd be glad?
Why couldn't you just tell me that you wanted to be free,
that you wanted to be friends.
I would've taken it like a Spartan,
I would've put on a brave face and said I was happy for you.
Instead you let me go on living a lie.
Why?
Why didn't you let me know, why didn't you give me a chance?
A chance to let you go,
I would've if you had let me.
I would've told you goodbye and let you walk away.
Then I would've cried and did some stupid things
but I would've gotten over it,
gotten over the heartbreak.
You never gave me the chance,
and by trying to save me pain you just caused more,
Why?
And now I'm curled up in a corner, crying.
You saw us together,
her and I,
and you realised the game was up.
I listened stony faced to your explanation and left without saying a word.
It turns out that all this time she knew too.
She knew
about me and you
and she didn't have the dignity or the compassion to end my misery.
I wonder how she feels,
if every time you make love to her she can see you fucking me,
or does she even know that we continued to have sex even after your wedding date?
Did you lie to her too, you son of a bitch? Did you?
Why?
Why didn't you tell the truth,
it would've saved us both so much pain.
Becuase, you see,
there's something I didn't tell you.
I went off the pill.
Why? You may ask.
Because I wanted to.
I wanted to for you.
Because you told me you wanted a baby,
just never told me you wanted one with another woman.
I thought I would suprise you but the jokes on me.
While we were talking,
while she still didn't know me,
your wife told me that she was pregnant.
Why?
Why did you desert me the night before I could tell you,
the night before I could be sure?
I'm thinking over this turn of events,
and it's four in the morning,
and I'm still asking myself,
Why?