Wasting my love was only half of the fun,

but to waste it on you made me a fortunate one.

You taught me that love was never enough,

you taught me to lie and how to be tough.

You taught me that *** is better when it's rough,

because then when you hurt me it's mutual gruff.

When I lay my head on my pillow at night,

I remember how weak I was during our fights.

Because you never loved me and you never cared;

though if I knew this then, my skin might be bare.

After hurting myself, whilst you hurt me too,

I remember today - I am strong - so thank you.

                                                           ­    k.d.