A cunning girl
who knew how
to get exactly
what she wanted
at the time.

What the **** else do you
want me to say about it?

If I cry enough tears
would they please,
kindly drown me
in my sleep?

The cold
shivered shoulder
of a girl
mocha-skinned
who promised you the world,
but when you couldn't keep up,
she gave up.

All the dreams
of this being true,
that you swore never would be,
are broken picture frames
in the mirror-mask of my heart.

To think
you'd hurt me
worse than the one
you healed me from.

I'm worse off than when
I met you. How
does that feel?

Then prove it.

Well at least
we answered
that debate,
didn't we?

Seriously,
don't come to close
to me.

I wonder
if this gun
will ***
in my mouth
as hard as he did
in yours?

"It's funny how
a mid life crisis
will make you
start to believe
in God."

I would be seeking
some sort of forgiveness too,
if I were you.

I couldn't get high
with all that guilt
if I were you,
either.

Maybe you should
be unloved
and empty
for the rest of your life.

Maybe there'd be
some justice.

Yeah,
that's what Rex said.

You're in good company,
I guess.

You used to worry
if I would still love you
if you were a worm.

Meanwhile,
you were *******
another person.

Just, endless
in my sleep.
Show me the way
to finally find peace.

... save me.

your tears
don't affect me
anymore.

you
Disgust
me.

Seriously,
I want to know.

I've got a gun in my mouth
no matter what I'm tired out
and this jar went empty
as quick as your love for me.

I love you.

You are
the only
woman
I will ever
trust.

Lay in the trash,
broken at the stem
so for better.

But they are dead now,
just another roadblock
along the way
keeping you from me.

To think,
I only thought we weren't
spending enough time together.

It would never be enough,
"I never thought I could do this",
she thought,
as she slid her moist ****
down onto his dripping ****.

Oh, you feel guilty?

*******.

Oh, you feel like you're getting
beaten up?

*******.

Oh, you feel out of control?

*******.

oh, you...

Don't you get it?

*******!

I'm talking to my computer
because if I talk to you
I'll uncover
all my rage for you.

You'll cry,
"I can't take this beating."

But you sure took that beating
his **** gave you,
didn't you.

That's right.
It's a statement,
not a question.

And to think
of all the pain
and broken feathers
I spent trying to
save you.

I got a haircut
had a great day
I was ready to share
with you,
my partner.

But you were too busy
telling me
you ******
someone else.

If the world
is ending
then why not
end it all?

I will never
trust
a woman
again.

You aren't my type
but you convinced me
you are.

Then, when my guard was down,
you creamed your *****
on another man.

To complain
about being attacked
when you put on your
wedding dress
just to ****
another man.

Even in all this difficulty
I still defended
a woman
who didn't exist.

For bringing home
new tricks
and when asked,
directly,
you lie
like the
******* *****
that you are.

And let everyone you meet in the future
know that you deserve to be
#foreveralone
because if you pick someone in the future
and they fail in any way
you will be quick
to jump to a different
****.

Despite your
repulsive
stench.

"Don't play sad songs, please?"

Of course.

I'd hate to make you feel
guilty
for straying.

Poor baby.

I feel so bad for you.

I'll play
whatever
the **** I want.

...comes from Reddit.

Maybe if I were to die
you would die too
and the world would be
a better place?

Maybe you'll be alone
for the rest of your life
empty connections
and no future.

What am I to think
when talking to me
is harder
than the **** that ****** you?

How quickly
"I don't know if I can do this anymore..."
became
"I ****** a strange man
just to feel desire."

Well **** your desire.

You made a vow,
and we should work
on our issues
before you go
and take a trip
six inches at a time
into our destruction.

Why won't this
volume go up
anymore.

To think
I felt guilty
playing video games
while you were
*******
another man.

And to think
I've felt GUILTY
looking at ****
since our issues started,
the whole time
you were ACTUALLY
******* someone else.

It's funny,
you know
that this relationship
that seemed about
teaching me to trust again,
has only turned me
into a Mysoginist.

"I'm not making it, I need help"

"I'm not okay, I need you."

"I need a hug and empathetic embrace."

"I love you, and now I need your love."

"Help."

You pulled
so far away
but I
kept the faith.

Little did I know
you were commiting crimes
against my heart.

And now
the faith
isn't
so
easy.

I'm on my third jar
and I never drink
more than two
but now this pistol
looks lovingly at me
more than you do.

I was hurt
and trustless
from my divorce
and you
convinced me
I could trust
and love
again.

Then you
waited
ten years
and
****** someone else.

I had you
in my bed
provided comfort
and safety to you
but you were *****
already
just too afraid
to admit
to your filthy ways.

Is that
in the end
you're just like
the rest of them.

All
I
ever
wanted
was
you.

Have you listened to that song
and felt bad for yourself?

You ******* idiot.