How I feel everytime,
Your name is mentioned?
Disgusted as if it's slime.
Yet that's really my emotions, fractioned.

Wish I never met you.
Wish you were not here.
Wish this was not true.
Wish you could adhere.

The boxes you could tick?
None but those of pain.
A monologue about a *****,
who never understood my heart's strain.