She twisted his words

With all her will

Made lies that eventually

Helped to kill

Their budding romance

Created by two horny fuck ups-

A football playing poetic pain in the ass

And an angsty razorblade safety pin loving bitch.

They both had it off well

Except in their minds

And he's moved on

While she still hide in her

Shadows and gore

What's the moral of this story, asks the

Voices of the fuck up bitch's head-

Never forget to begin the end