The first plea came after she hit me

I told her I was done
And wanted nothing more to do with her
The fact that she had done anything wrong
Was, in her mind, absurd
She begged and begged
Telling me how much she wanted me to stay
Saying how without me in her life
She wouldn't make it to the next day
So I did

The second one came after I left the hospital

She told me how I was stupid
How I had done something to make her look bad
The fact that I didn't say anything
Made her so insanely mad
But I knew I couldn't tell her
That she was the source of my problems
Because she would blame it all on me
And force me to try and solve them

The next one happened last fall

She refused to admit it
That she had done something wrong
"I'm not to blame!
It's your own **** fault Shaun!"
So in result I sat there
And pretended to be blind
And let her continue on her way
While she kept her pride

The final plea came from myself

What did I do wrong?
I tried so hard to do things just for you
But for some reason it was never enough
And you figured he should be in your bed too
I wanted answers but got nothing
And ended up once again in the hospital bed
While you went and told others
That it was me who was ****** in the head

But I can play along
I can wait and see
When you've used up him
Stay the **** away from me

i can't stand the smell
of bubble gum flavored things
i used to be okay with them
but now it's so sickeningly sweet
that i don't want it anywhere near me
the stupid stink of it
makes me imagine some old guy who made it
sitting in a big chair twirling his mustache
and thinking to himself
"yes, the children will love this"
it's so gross
it's not like it tastes any better
but i don't have to deal with that
i can easily avoid the taste
but the smell of it is always there
whenever someone has something with it
and it's so ******* strong
that it just invades my nose
sitting there and ruining my day
all i can do is try to avoid it
as hard as i know it is
because it makes me think of her
and how she's gone
all how in the memories of us
all of the amazing things we did
i can so clearly remember
in a lot of these memories
she had something bubble gum flavoured
gum, a lolipop, some other candy
she always had something
and it used to smell so comfroting
until she left
and now all it does is remind me
that the first person who cared
who really, truly, cared for me
is dead
and i'm powerless to change that
so when i'm sitting around somewhere
minding my own business
and someone starts chewing
on something bubble gum flavoured
and the flashbacks kick right in
so they see me slowly start shaking
and they ask me if i'm okay
i don't tell them any of this
you know what i tell them?

i can't stand the smell
of bubblegum flavoured things