To You, My Beloved Ex – Bollocks.

To you my beloved,
I once wrote a poem,
“The Way You Make Me Feel”
Well looking back now,
I guess I was a fool,
To ever believe that you loved me.

You pulled me along,
You strung me a tale,
Spun me a web of lies,
Told me how much you loved me,
When all along it was never me,
That really tickled your fancy.

I knew the distance was great,
You sped up my heart rate,
But now you just make me irate.
Why lead me on,
Whilst I sit singing songs,
When you’re off loving someone else?

So here is to you,
And the heartbreak you caused,
The tears that you made me shed,
The bollocks you fed me,
The shit that I believed,
The fucked up person you made me!

So I hope you’re happy,
Hell, you’ve earned the title,
My Beloved Ex.
You always said you weren’t for me,
So yeah, I see, there was something you were right on.
That I should take myself and ride on.

But when you come back,
And question my life,
And deny that we ever happened,
Ponder me this, spare me a moment,
Do you realise what you did?
Don’t expect me to treat you as royalty…Bollocks to the Bitch Almighty!