I Cannot Comprehend
You feeling the bitter
Need to Mess with my head
With little expressions
Like 'I Miss You',
Maybe you should
Pled Guilty instead,
Darling it comes as
No surprise, that I
Despise these lies that you
Tell yourself and your friend,
To try and make the
Means justify the End,
It was not that you
Went and came, it's just
This Self Righteous mind-game
That you play,
So take your Uncontrollable aim
For William Tell,
Bow in hand,
Final Fare Thy Well, as you
You place the apple
On my head and try to
Rid of Mistakes you Made,
But Nothing will taste Sweeter
And Nothing will look Neater,
Just a mountain of the
Finest Rotten Fruits
Pulled from ****** stalk
And Lifeless Root,
This Skinny Love was just a
Labour of Lust,
That was sooner than later
Bound to Lurch, Burst and Bust,
This Faltering Ripple of Neglect,
If our ship was once afloat,
It is now most certainly Wracked.

- Jamie F. Nugent