You were blunt force trauma to my brain
You left me half the person I was,
Relearning everything I thought I knew.
You are covered in my blood
Does it feel good ?
You wear it well..
I’m so demented that if you wanted me again
I would say yes. yes. yes.
What does that say about me ?
What does that say about you?
You have so much power in those wicked hands of yours
And those eyes?
They cover lies.
I’m glad you’re gone. I’m glad we’re through.
That’s not true.
I will never be glad again.