Dear Twat.

Let me creep into your dreams,
your every thought, and your soul.
I know I've got you hooked,
And you have no control.
It's my turn to dominate,
to achingly screw with your head.
Well that's what you get,
for dicking me over again and again.
It could have been as real as the air we breathe.
But no, you were hurting and needed an outlet.
You led me on and played with hearts of so many,
Now you come crawling back to me, but I didn't forget.
I'm no longer your fool.
You're such a tool.
I can't believe I let you consume my life,
You screwed up my first year of college.
But I'm back on my feet,
and no, I will not acknowledge.
I won't acknowledge that you want me still,
I won't accept your apology.
And most of all,
I hope you choke on every lie you ever spoke to me.