I threw her drunk *** onto the ground by her hair
Got on top of her
Her hands hit my arms
But didn't hurt at all
I punched her face
One
Two
Three
Stand up shaking

All it took was
Two days
To get her to leave her boyfriend
For me

What's wrong with me

Haven't felt butterflies
In two years
I've been a truly dead wasteland
For almost a year
But when she smiles at me
It's like my whole body becomes
*alive

She's so
Perfect
Sublime
I want to eat her up
Make her mine
Let her love me
And love her well
Take her to a fancy restaurant
And give her the world

They say breaking
up is the hardest part.
It isn't if you don't care.

No matter how many times I say her name
It still gets caught in my throat
Still holds insurmountable meaning
It doesn't just become three syllables
It becomes me crying cause I realize it's almost been 5 months since the last time we made love
5 months since the last time we kissed or even truly talked
And she is happy
And I'm still in bed, whispering her name
And hoping it becomes just three
Syll-a-bles.

He leans his head back,
Closes his eyes.
Sighed.
"you drive me crazy.."
He sits up, looks out the window.
Mutters:
"and not the good kind of crazy."

I sit there, not caring.
All I can think of is how
Ill never be the good kind of anything.