A No Good Man

Bug, vex, anger, ire, a no good man, a shit and a liar, a teller of tales, a stringer along, a poor excuse of a man, forever just wrong.

No longer of interest, a thing of the past, when things went awry you went off me fast, despite still being me, having changed not a jot, you changed your mind, and you watched me rot.

When you were mine I was all you desired, when you drifted away, I all but expired, there in body although spirit crushed, I'd turn to you and away I was pushed.

You cut me off short, then became like a ghost, drifting past me in the kitchen, then away you would coast.

This spectre of you, transformed then into, a negative version of a photo of you.

Confined yourself to the bedroom and blocked out the world, every spiteful word spiked then brewed and then hurled.

I stuck around for as long as I could, because I loved you completely and you were all that was good.

My dreams were yours and you knew they were fragile, you crushed them up in a ball and threw them back as a missile.