I'm sorry
I ****** up your heart
and got your hopes up

When all you wanted to do
was make me feel alive
without drugs

I dragged your eccentric soul out
and led you on
to the fifth slaughterhouse
Where I made you watch me
Vonnegut myself

...So it goes
you're swallowing
more than your doubt

A metaphor shoved
down your throat
and all you could do
was gag
on the right things
you should have said.

Like a ghost in the stairway
floating
the after-thought
overhead.

We we're never meant to be.
I was just lonely
and you were just bored.
Right?

Then I don't feel as bad.
Maybe we needed it.
******* move on.