**** you, loose woman,

**** you, ***** *****,

Whose thoughts hold no weight,

Except concern for your next score.



**** the body which craves so much,

**** the heart which will not love,

Yet masks itself so well,

In a heartbreak masquerade.



**** the thoughts that ****,

**** the tongue that is not held,

No matter how hard you try,

It will never connect to your mind.



**** the pain that stabs,

**** the strongest feelings,

Because despite how hard you try,

You'll never be good enough anymore.



**** that boy,

**** what he did,

None of it should matter to you anymore,

Because you're nothing but a *****.



**** the skin so soft,

**** the eyes so smoky,

That he cannot even help,

But to touch you all the time.



**** your curved sweet spine,

**** your long smooth legs,

That he can't control himself,

That he has to take you in your sleep.



**** the childish innocence,

**** the sweet naivete,

That you trusted him,

That you couldn't stop him.



**** the pain inside,

**** the hate you feel for him,

When it was all your fault,

Yet there was nothing you could do.



**** the world,

**** it all,

When there's nothing you can do,

Yet all you do is fall.