Your love was nothing more
than a giant contradiction.

Like a history book
derived solely from fiction.

You provided never ending pleasure
in my bed,

but unrelenting pain
inside my head.

There were times you praised me
and other times you were just malicious.

You became both my anecdote
and my sickness.

You gave me well wishes
yet you walked out the door.

That night we became the strangers
we never were before.