You

You. It took so long, it took the intervention of others. Was I happy? Of course. Did I hate you? Most definitely. But was I happy? Of course. The pain, the frustration, the release. Sweat, shivers, moist flesh rubbing together.

And the lies. So many, many lies! I lied to you every day, with every breath! I don't think the truth oft passed my lips. Did I care? Of course. I hurt you because you hurt me. An eye for an arse, a tooth for a thigh. What strange people we were, what depraved acts we carried out. In the cold light of day it all just seems so pathetic.

And then it ended, not once but twice! How terrible is that? I gave you the best years, and what do I have to show for it? A gaping red hole where my heart once was. Torn out by badly painted nails on ugly fingers, nothing left but a valley of self-pity and worthless ramblings. It is no coincidence that that was probably the fulcrum of my life, but as the man once said, hindsight is always 20/20.

Ambition, what a joke.