Blood cup

You fucked it up.
I gave you all my love. I gave it all.
You waited about a week before
the demolition began. (I should have ran)

Now you call me a whore?
Baby, you're so crazy.
You're the one who fucked it up!
All you did was tear and bleed, tear

and bleed bleed bleed
me bone dry. There was so much
gore that you sprinkled with moondust.
Loving you became a chore,

and the bedposts encrusted with rust.

All the tears were wrung from my
eyes, and you became a blood cup,
feeding off the filth
of our squalid surroundings.

Shut up.

You're the one who fucked it up,
and there is not one tear
left for you.