I guess I'm sorry?
That my source of happiness
Was your end.

I guess I might
Even feel contrite
That you gave him up
...if I were a sheep like you.

But fortunately,
I'm not.

I am hollow
Your pleas fall on deaf
And angry
Ears.

How dare you,
You!

You!
Of all the deceit I've
Tasted in my life

How dare you come
To me
With qualms.

You spoiled *******
With your accusations
Of infidelity
Of pandering might

Luckily for you,
I could care less about
Your year-late complaints.

You see,
I care only for him and
How he makes my hurt
Go away.

For you see,
As I have no heart-
Well.

I technically do.
It pumps my blood,
And tells me when
to hold him close.

But, I have no issue
With ripping you down
From your self appointed pedestal.

You are meaningless.
Your life
Your heart
Your brain

You are nothing
But parts for an ***** donation
In the making.

So, sorry I guess.
That I haven't had the time
To eliminate you earlier, Nena.

I will not give up
My peace
For a selfish
Self-righteous
*******.