I need a bag to punch, or a cup
to chuck, eh maybe a
wall to dent, or a man to ****;

I need something that isn't you -
I need it like these raw emotions need
to hold on a moment so that I may
control them, fold them neatly
into a beautiful poem,

but they resist, and you're still missed,
and it ***** me up inside;
what we had wasn't finished
in my mind, and it ***** me up inside..