His lies

This was a poem of frustration, deticated in all my loathing to Peter

You’re a fake,

A phoney,

A liar,

You’re not real;

You’re emotionless,

Thoughtless,

Careless,

You don’t feel.

You’re nothing

- no one-

Anymore

To me.

You’re pain,

Suffering,

Sleezy,

It can’t be

That I

Fell in love

With someone

Like you?

How could I

Be so blind

To believe

You were true.

Everything

Meant nothing

Like everything

You said.

You’re a s**t,

A w***e

Take your new girl

To your bed.

If you could

Even begin

To understand

This shame.

My disappointment

In our life

In you and

Your games.

I thought

You were a rock

But you’re too

Easily swayed.

If I could give

Then for now

I’d never make

That trade.