Bastard.

Your there.
I'm here.
The last time we were near.
I was screaming and swearing I'd kill you.
But I didn't.
Instead I wrecked your flat.
Broke everything.
I called that bloody slapper and said I was glad he'd shagged her.
But I wasn't.
I was crying myself to sleep each night.
And I knew I was swirling into depression.
But I couldn't stop it.
I felt like dying.
Why had you done it if it meant so little to you?
Why?
I loved you and you threw it all away on a fling.
You were, are and will always be a stupid, ignorant man.