These hands ache
Raw from a punching bag
Every thud a wince
Every beat a tear
Move faster, hit harder, get better...
...stay pathetic...
All for her,

"Men blame their exes for their misfortunes,  and those are usually lies."
"They were all ******* and *****!"

And they were, but I think of you and my heart aches
You weren't
You
Someone I've worked so hard for,
Fought so long for,
And yet now, I'm just pathetic...

****, do I always think back to that day.
Four months, eight days, six hours.
You just wanted to talk, those eyes said differently.
And I couldnt resist...
You had every man, and now had told me every lie.
And I just craved you all the same.

You ruined me.
Everyone I meet is put against you.
Everyone.

Shes sweet and nice, childish at times, like me.
But shes not you, I think of her, and then of you.
All while you sleep your way through the adult industries.

...you'll never be a ***** to me...

...

You know I can't watch Moulin Rouge because of you?!
Staying up late, watching that stupid film.
Now I'd rather mangle my own flesh then watch it again...

...

God I'm sorry...
I'd take you back but it wouldn't work...
I would be strange in your perfect world.

Your eyes are wine
Your lips, nicotine
Your skin, acidic
Your love, a cancer

I wish I could hate you...