Not sure how many people know this, I know a few do. But when I first moved to Oregon I had a friend named Dawn who had the most horrible husband. I wrote this poem for her called Bastard, describing her feelings towards him and now I guess it's time I deserve to rewrite that poem... only to describe me.
Bastard V.2 The Remix.
There was a picture of us,
it became torn in two,
all because of what
I did to you...
I hate me.
You should too.
Because I'm the bastard
who broke the plaster
Of me and you
Who couldn't be true.
Because I am someone
You couldn't count on...
To be faithful to you.
There's nothing more to say...
There's nothing more to do...
Because as of past moments
You and I are through.
