He’s done it again

reminded me of him

a text tone I used to long for

and be excited about


He inspires bad things

ending phrases with prepositions

which I know is wrong

but I do it anyway when I think of him


He’s left an imprint on my life

like my friend says

and I will be writing and thinking of him

to the end of my days


But I tire of him and me. I did then and I do now.


Note: just a little ditty I wrote about the Asshole a while back. I feel as though maybe I posted this before but I can’t find it if I did. You’d think I’d be able to remember what tags I would have used.