Hey Mike,
I’m wondering what it takes
To make someone you know invisible,
To hold up a glass
And toast to our past
Knowing my future’s bound to be miserable.
Mr. Best Dressed Best Man
Came armed with charm to spare,
Working the room
Protecting the groom.
Did you even know I was there?
Because you knew she was there,
At his bachelor night bash.
He was in a boozy blur
When he forced himself on her
Then threw her out like she was trash.
You discarded me like I was trash,
When you raised that fucking glass.
A witty toast to happily ever after
Even after you knew it couldn’t last.
Did everyone know about his past?
Because men who hurt women hurt all women.
Even the ones wearing white dresses.
Soon there were fights with fists
Instead of wedded bliss,
And I got added to his list of pretty messes.
When it made the paper and the sirens blew,
Did you shrug and say, “Who knew?”
You in your black tux,
Me all black and blue.
Hey Mike,
This one’s for you.
