Listening to "Give Me One Reason",
Trying not to be unreasonable.
I already punched an inanimate object today,
But that was understandable.

Now not only is my heart bruised,
But my knuckles are as well.
You lied to my face, again,
While putting me through hell.

I'm new to this poetry thing,
But I'm not sure how else to deal.
If I don't get some frustration out,
Well, how do my knuckles feel?

You weren't the guy I thought you were.
No, not in the least.
You ended up being a stranger.
Some pain-inflicting beast.

It isn't right what you do,
You take, and twist, and lie.
I think you enjoy the stories you spin,
I just can't imagine why.

I hope the next time you fall for someone
That they do the same to you.
That they're as heartless, careless, and cruel.
And rip your heart out too.