Last night I had a dream.
In my dream, I met your girlfriend.
I invited her to come along with me on a little trip,
and to my surprise she said yes.
Her baby was due in two weeks she said,
(although in truth he is almost two.)
She said you weren’t happy that she agreed to see me.
That made me laugh, actually.
How could he be?
Two timing bastard.
You were so nice.
I was just biding my time.
Deep down, I was still seething.
And that made me feel guilty.
We did mundane things.
She tagged along,
while I waited to drop my bombshell.
As the day progressed, I confess,
she grew on me and I started to like her.
I decided not to hurt her
with those gruesome words
and instead delivered her safely home.
Into the arms of a man who betrays her daily.
But she doesn’t know.
(I think she needs to wake up, though.)