Wasting my love was only half of the fun,
but to waste it on you made me a fortunate one.
You taught me that love was never enough,
you taught me to lie and how to be tough.
You taught me that *** is better when it's rough,
because then when you hurt me it's mutual gruff.
When I lay my head on my pillow at night,
I remember how weak I was during our fights.
Because you never loved me and you never cared;
though if I knew this then, my skin might be bare.
After hurting myself, whilst you hurt me too,
I remember today - I am strong - so thank you.
k.d.