Roses are red.
So is blood.
Our romance was an utter disgust.
Thought you were
the Prince Charming for me.
Was absolutely wrong
when you hit me.
You came and ruled,
my body was yours.
But you were so sloppy
I couldn't enjoy.
Wars broke out
within our fort.
But both our walls
came crashing down.
We then both said,
"Farewell, my dear.
Tonight was great.
No more next time,
we shouldn't go on."
But those words kept repeating
day after day.
Our romance has ended.
This I thought.
But since it had not,
this I pray.