Rambling drunken thoughts at 7pm because

*******
For spending so much time trying to get me
Winning me
And abusing the prize

*******
For telling me I'm stupid
And mean
And steadily becoming less attractive

*******
For making me sick
For making every morning a terrible surprise
And every night so long and trying

*******
For making me feel like I could tell you anything
As I lick my wounds trying to limp away

*******
For ******* me
After expressing so much fear
That I would hurt you.

**** me
For falling for all those cliche ******* ******* lies
And stupidly laying on my back
While you tear out my entrails.

Oh how I love being this sopping wet piece
Of sludge sticking to these wood floors.
That dark, dry ****** color is sure to stick in your memory.
Is sure to stick to the bottom of your shoes.
Is sure to be that little piece of me you carry with you.

Trampling me forever.