The Bastard

I remember of all the movies

All the games, laughter we shared

The candlelit dinners, & dancing.

But to think he even bothered to care.

But then I remember the bad times

All caused by myself,

MY tantrums & screaming, not his

Every precious momento, thrown from the shelf.

He was my love slave,

At my every beck and call.

And so handsome was he,

Tall, dark and handsome, standing six feet tall.

But I’m so pissed no

I could tear him limb from limb, turn his smile into a frown

But what has he ever done to me, you ask.

And I say...

“HE NEVER BOTHERED TO PUT THE TOILET SEAT DOWN!” (you bastard)