When you hurt me you didn't just turn me down
You left me feeling like a faceless clown,
you took my confidence to hell
buried it right beside my pride, how swell!
my ****** side? yeah that died with my dreams
You didn't just hurt me, you tore my heart apart at the seams.

But... yet....

What you took from me could never be replaced
So I went into the deepest recesses of my heart and soul and forged new items to stand in that unoccupied space
It took a lot of time
most of that spent putting my pain into rhyme
I had to go through hell to really appreciate it when I get to heaven

So thank you for stealing, because I just got new models in and more coming at 7
So now I only have these final words to say to you

Roses are red,
violets not blue
you must think I'm stupid,
if I decided to return to you

Roses Are red
a deep crimson hue,
I heard about someone getting deported to outer Mongolia
you should follow suit.

Roses are red,
spinach stalks green
you may be wondering,
why this poem is so mean

Well at the risk of sounding cliche,
it's inspired by an ex of mine,
what more can I say?