Reminiscence

Dear Sir, 
I want you to know 
that last night I cried myself to sleep 
I also hope you know 
That you make me ill, 
so ill, I cannot eat 
I hope you know you're selfish 
and arrogant 
and unkind 
I hope you know 
you're fucking with my heart, 
my soul, 
my mind. 
I hope that you don't know 
Just how much time I've wasted 
on your pretty face 
and all of you 
that I have loved 
and hated. 
So, Dear Sir, 
I hope this finds you well. 
No really, I do. 
I hope it finds you 
fucking swell. 
Signed with love, 
warm regards and wishes 
- The one you tortured, then forgot 
for other whores and bitches.