He said he was a bad husband,
but not a bad man,
not a criminal.
He says the case has been dropped.
He is a disgusting, slobbery mess.
He says it’s a misunderstanding.
He is chanting like a school yard maniac.
He says he’s a good man.
He had his face on her face.
He says he’s a victim.
He is a liar.
He sits in a palace,
full of bad husbands,
delusional dinner partners,
good men,
who’ve just had bad luck.
Broken girls,
who are all allegedly scheming,
to say those same bad words,
those shameful verses.
I said no.
I tried to run.
He chased me.
He hurt me.
He said he was a bad husband.
He was telling the truth.
He said he wasn’t a bad man.
He lied.
