Joni-effing-Mitchell.

I will never forgive you
for breaking my heart;
and teaching me open tunings.

You bastard.

How dare you go un-wind my strings
and change the way my songs now sing
That hollowed wood has heard it all,
from sleepy kisses; to knuckles on wall
I should have slammed that pale green door
then bade you leave, and come no more!
The milli-second I heard you breathe the name
of Joni-fucking-Mitchell.