See, I don't like to call him ex
I like to call him y
As in why the **** did you leave me?
And I know I sound so weak admitting
That you took a part of me when you left

A laugh
A buz buz of a honey bee
A bitten lip
A moan
A delighted gasp

All stolen away in your little black bag of secrets

I want it all back
Return that ****, dude.
It wasn't yours to take

And also
Some truth...

You were really never mine to keep
You don't belong to anyone
(Though you do claim you are a spawn of Satan)
But I thought you were an angel
A dark, mysterious, mischievous little angel
Who ****** me over
And y'know ****** me over
And also causes me to get into a fetal position
Whenever My Heart Will Go On plays on my shuffle

Love is when I loved you

Did you ever love me?
Or nah?
You told me you did
Did
*DID

"I'll always love you."
"It's not you, it's me."

Reasons or excuses
Or psychological disturbances
Or maybe I was just too ******* in love with you

Either way, I still wonder

And when you breeze into a room
I want to hate you
Because I'm so tired of the tears collecting
At the rim of my tired dark eyes

You little ****