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he said he wasn’t bitter
and it was okay with me
I didn’t plug away
or ask for more
just wondered what else
he kept beside his bed
but I just said okay

the next week
he said I’m not bitter, trust me
I said that’s fine
I think I understand

so we drank or would smoke
and he’d bring it up
and I would always find
a word not full of honey
something simple to skip time

it went on for awhile
I told him to stop coming around
bringing me down with his same story
I said don’t be bitter
find a hill to look out from
to hear your voice
and maybe write me a letter
tell me then you’re not bitter