I often imagine the things I'd say whenever I thought about you, my love.
I remember all the times you put me down.
the dispicable things you always accused me of.
I'd say whatever made you look like the victim, you so love to portray.
I'd tell everyone about how much I hurt you.
cheated on you.
and everything else you love to say.
The love that I thought we had, was so deep and for the ages to see.
All of the years together so long
I'd describe how many times I hated how we'd argue.
All the pain you caused for me.
oh dear oh dear oh how I knew you weren't strong.
I was so easily thrown away like trash!
because you couldn't admit to me you were so wrong.
Now our lives are different and it's fucking Valentine's day!
I saw all the lovers loving eachother and thought of you and what I might say.
but wife of mine I'm blank as a sheet of paper unwritten.
the painful memory I still have of Us.
leaves me happy and smitten.
because I don't have to be there for you to accuse.
if it were by my choice,
you'd endure the same as I did.
where now I'm happy and you always lose.
bitch!
© Derrick Peterson