A message to my kick-ass hick country-boy ex BF

A message to my kick-ass hick country-boy ex BF.

I must admit, sadly.

I miss that stupid son-of-a-gun hick

Who made me laugh when I was sick

And still kissed me on the lips.

I miss the way he could brag about and name

Every gun he saw ANYWHERE.

I must admit, sadly.

That the stupid cowboy who never dressed normal

Was the best thing that happened to me

Even though we’re not together.

And I must admit, sadly.

When he was gone at his stupid Rendevous,

I sat at home praying he wouldn’t get shot.

I never appreciated him fully,

Even though I do now.

And even though I appreciate him now,

Getting back together is a no-how.

I miss you baby. ~Emmy