Roses are red.
So is blood.
Our romance was an utter disgust.

Thought you were
  the Prince Charming for me.
Was absolutely wrong
  when you hit me.

You came and ruled,
  my body was yours.
But you were so sloppy
I couldn't enjoy.

Wars broke out
  within our fort.
But both our walls
  came crashing down.

We then both said,
"Farewell, my dear.
Tonight was great.
No more next time,
we shouldn't go on."

But those words kept repeating
  day after day.
Our romance has ended.
This I thought.
But since it had not,
  this I pray.