You wasted my time

We met 6 years ago, an online thing, we hooked up once. You spent the next subsequent years having me send you pictures, telling me you think we are meant for each other. I wrote you while you were at war in Afghanistan, you said no one else did that. I wanted to know you better, I bought your lines about possibly being in love with me. But, when you were near where I lived, something would always come up and you wouldnt make the time to see me. You couldnt even keep a promise to call me on the phone, we havent heard each other's voices in years! I was in a devastating car crash that screwed up my back and I heard NOTHING from you. Yet later you insisted you loved me and wanted to see me, so I was patient, and I waited.

 Oh and what do I spy this morning? Your facebook has you all cuddly with this blonde little bitch, she writes tons of shit on your page like; "hehe we're gettin nekkid" (oh she sounds like a real bright one) and whatever else. Did she write you letters while you were overseas too? was she the 'one' for you too? Has she seen those pictures of me that I sent you to help you through those lonely nights? Im guessing not. Im not wasting my time anymore. The apple tree isnt reserved for you and me anymore, soldier boy. Piss off.

Thanks for dropping the ball right when my life is hitting a low. If I could say I had balls, you kicked me right in them.