I learnt the hard way

That
It doesn't pay to be nice
Only be nice
To the people who deserve it
The rest
Can take a hike.

Dear Sours,

I may have hurt you with my words
Perhaps that was the intention

Perhaps I needed to inflict that hurt
To see if you felt anything at all

Strangely, our subsequent exchange
Gave me an insight into what you
Truly think of me

I am still reeling from your revelation

It takes a very angry man
To shatter any ideals one may have
Of oneself

You served to strip me
Of any disillusions I may have had
About myself

I am contrite

All said
I am not sorry I met you
And I hope it is the same for you

But I do regret the things that have been said
Not that any amount of regret
Would enable either one of us to take those words back

Words once spoken
Remain deathless
Hovering in the air
Between us

But right now
I am still picking the pieces
Of my shattered ego
Off the ground.

If you did not get the hint before

I shall tell you now
Fuck Off
Go find some floozy to entertain your pathetic self.

This is a warning

Don't make me
Shut you out.

Epilogue

Last Night's Mistakes

Come calling
In the morning.

And you wonder why
You do things to hurt someone else
Only to end up hurting yourself