Where are you my lover?
You were always a blown temper
You took my shame and beat it til it surfaced
A brutality of another.
Where are you my sweet?
You often fell at my feet
And swore never to do it again
But we both saw defeat.
Where are you my ex?
Only useful for ***
Even that was half hearted and bitter
Unlike your pecs.
Where are you my head?
Reality is to dread
Hes nothing, don't recall him, god ****** woman
Hes better off dead.