You know who you are
I treated you like shite;
seventeen years I stole from you
and ruined the rest of your life.
My daughter sits on an opposite seat,
my sons travels on a different bus,
all this by own hand
all this I did to us.
I don’t want you back
I do not love you
this I convince myself daily
in my cold one bedroom.
© Copyright D. Archer October 2011
I got what I deserved. There are not enough words in the universe to explain how I committed such mental atrocities against those who loved me.
I am truly ashamed of myself as a human being.