I was always one for structure,
Like 12 point font, Times New Roman,
And closets organized by color.

Until you appeared.

You were Comic Sans,
And messy rooms.
You wreaked havoc on my walls,
And dripped your ****** paint down my veneer sink.
You lacked structure and turned me to ruined flesh.

It's been four years since,
And I am still trying to pick up the shards of glass off the bathroom floor.