I’m nothing but a disloyal masochistic w****.
Moaning a different woman’s name every week.
And no fang makes the difference for me except for yours.
A void that a woman makes in a week hurts more than one for years.
Blood runs down my arms in this bustling broken city.
I leave a trail of red water that rusts against the stone.
Each connection I make feels like forever.
And they last as long as the fire of a candle.

I don’t mean anything to you in the end.
I’m just a face that you keep around for nothing.
You think that all I care about is myself.
You think that I don’t want to give myself away to you.
But I understand because I’m broken anyways.
So I can’t blame you for leaving.
And I don’t want to hold on to hurt you.
So I suffer. Painfully. Alone. Screaming. Wailing. For you.

You’re disgusting. You go find another woman already and talk to her? You didn’t want her to
look at your poetry, you just want a woman to be around so she can take care of you, so she
can make you feel the way you want to feel. That’s all you want, right? It’s all you want.
You just want me around so I can make you feel happy, you don’t care for me at all, and if
you did, you would be different. You’d be different, you’d change. You’d do anything for me,
even if it’s me leaving. If you REALLY loved me, you’d let me leave forever. You’d let me
leave forever and forget about me. That’s what you’d do. That’s what you’d do. That’s exactly
what you’d do. You disgusting w****. You disgusting w**** of a man. Your face is disheveled,
your body is configured incorrectly and you aren’t caring in the slightest, you rotten sulking
statue of a man. But I still care about you. You are an unkempt and hapless soul.

You need to stop talking on the internet and you need to go get a job and get out of my house.
You do not have the power to tell me what I can and can’t do because you constantly demand
everyone and you are rude to everyone.

I’m sorry, your application has been denied and we have decided to move forward with other
candidates. I’m sorry, I’m going to pull your f****** teeth out the top of your head and
scream and wail as I cry knowing I have just committed a grand atrocity and will NEVER EVER
be able to feel innocent again in my f****** life because I finally grew the courage to push
myself that far to violence! But I’ll never do it because I hate being angry and I want to be
happy. It is hapless. It is hapless. It is hapless.

Give me my ring back, you don’t deserve it because you are an unkempt and hapless f****** soul.
You made me pull my hair out and you’re going to give me a heart attack and you made me waste
all my money on your worthless a**. You stupid w****.

In the words of someone who goes forward with nothing but their own goal in mind, someone who is
quite similar to me, I will say that I greatly fear death and pain, yet I do seek the thought
of it. It’s why I’ve never killed myself because I fear pain and I don’t want anyone else to
kill me. It is all equally horrifying. Similarly, pain is all I know.

You stupid w****. You’ve lost your novelty to me. I ate your time like a bag of potato chips
and you mean nothing to me. After all I’ve given you the least you can do is do it all back.
Learn to reciprocate, you valueless paramour. You are so hollow that you are at the point of
philandering, moseying your way into the thresholds of pain. I’ve lost interest in you, you
worthless boy.