dear new guy

dear new guy
i probably should have taken the time to learn your name
but it seems like time our has run out
the moment i saw you
walking hand in hand with my girl-friend
excuse me
ex girlfriend
i just assumed that your name was douche bag
but for the purpose of this letter i will call you phil

so
dear phil
fuck you

where as you probably didnt even know that she already had a boyfriend
it is hard for me to hate a woman that i vowed to love forever
she and i had talked about forever
so i easily misplace my anger on you
the stranger that is holding the same hand that i wanted to place a ring on

i never thought that forever had an expiration date

i thought that she and i were like water
so as long as we were never stagnant
we were good
for something

but then came
you
phil
fuck you phil
you were worn on her smile like the end of a good book
she was a happy ending
written in a true story that we were penning daily
but our days became shorter
our nights became restless
her smile
began to attach itself to text messages and private phone calls

we
stopped doing us
because she needed to do her
said she wanted time alone
but her alone time
had her returning home smelling like unnoticeable fragrances
i once even mentioned it in conversation
and she said
it must have been something at the mall

phil she hates shopping
fuck you phil

but i
wrote that off like a one time event
but events are just one night like the superbowl or wwe raw
and this became her life
her lie became her life
you became her life

so here i sit
pistol in my lap
pen in my hand
re-writing my story
re-telling my ending

wondering if she will be just as shocked when she sees me
as i was when i saw you
holding the last hand that i thought i would ever hold

phil
i hope
they read this at my funeral
i hope she cries
i hope that one day
she sees that she killed me for you
and you
you will be holding hands with some other woman
and she will be screaming

i hate you
fuck you phil