I'm glad I never
told the true,
Behind all of my
"I love yous"
to you.
You messed up
bigtime,
You could have had
all my love and more,
But you didn't want me
except to be your whore.
That would be
degrading,
Even though at
this moment I'm
razorblading.
Little sketches
of broken love,
Lets etch-a-sketch
and wear no gloves.
Make little paintings
of love and hate,
Waiting for this love
to disipate,
I will get over this
kind heart-rending,
You're so fucking
cold and condescending,
I should have known
better than that,
Who could really
have known?
Who could really
have?
Who could really?
Who could?
Who?
Damnit,I still haven't
forgotten,the "who"
was you.