It is useless
To regret
It is fruitless
So forget
Or was I supposed to remember
All of these terrible things
And all the feelings she brings
Or was I supposed to dismember
All of those terrible thoughts
Those which my heart rots

December dismember forever because I can't stand to be around you anymore (you tragic *****)
I write best when angry
Just like love's been captured behind a cold camera for a painter or a director
I will bring hate to you because these love movies - I do despise.
Quite, indubitably, henceforth, whence, this lass of gun-lances stares into my kung-fu stances like I'm the crazy one, who uses tongue and lips to expectorate upon thy tips of canister rips.
It's enough to say that I am quite wild in ways yet is no where near to...
Lays her down long' its messy bed while taking off clothes and keeping her fed. (Because I like bigger girls)

There should be a big girl anthem.