Loser

I guess if I'm honest, I am what your mom warned you I am, white trash straight out of the trailer park, so ghetto that even in a three bedroom house with a finished basement my room is nothing but a corner of the laundry room with sheets stapled to the ceiling and wall blocking it off from the rest of the room.

She was pissed after she found out I was the guy you'd been seeing those past few weeks, she disgustedly said to you "You're fucking the trash man!!!"

She wouldnt even accept help from me and Gio when the two of you were moving heavy patio furniture and boxes, asking sarcastically "I dont know, can they put down the drugs long enough?"

I get it, you were college bound and I was prison bound. I just wish i would have known I was just a fling during your "year off" as my sister puts it.

I light another cigarette, the second to last one in the pack, and take a toke of the weed my uncle grew.

You're fucking your ex and a kid that I've known for my whole life, who's been a transparent piece of shit and a doushe bag for twenty odd years, and I'm not entirely sure that my sister is right.

I broke you too, didn't I?

I promised i'd never leave you and i did, though I just assumed you'd put college on hold and move with me, away from everything you knew.

I was a selfish prick and it cost me you.

If I wasn't such a fuck up I wouldn't have been so paranoid about my activities being uncovered during an investigation and I wouldn't have felt the need to bolt to another state.

My punishment is the hatred you feel towards me and the denial of your love, and I earned every last scar you left me with.