Taken For Granted

She told me
men were two-timing
cheating dogs.
 
She told me
that and in the process,
I felt wounded.
 
I know it wasn’t
me who she was
talking about, but
 
I felt her misguided
bullets tearing though
my manhood and I
 
don’t think she saw
the holey hell she
caused in her statement.
 
Then I asked her,
What about me?
wondering since in her eyes,
 
men were two-timing
cheating dogs if I
was a dog myself.
 
She tried to gloss it over,
said I was a good guy friend
but the damage was done
 
and she found no need to
tend to my wounds.  I
didn’t feel like a man then
 
and she sure as hell didn’t
try to treat me like one. 
Maybe it wasn’t him
 
that was the problem
but her, she taking her
men for granted.