'C'

 If I wrote you a poem

what would you say?

You’d know how I think,

see things my way

You’ve not changed

just moved onto the next

The same little prat

who initials his texts.

What do you know, really

- about me?

Your psychoanalysis tires

and frustrates me, and your moral highground.

That’s what you do

So fuck you and fuck her too.