I am back at it again, writing a poem that you'll never read
If I were a boy, you'd call me a Romeo
A simpering fool with a scorned heart
But I just need to bleed you out.

'Cause you are in my blood swirling like arsenic
I have retched gallons of blood, yet I can't seem to get you out
You made things seem so bright
Now I scamper sightlessly in the night.

I was on my knees begging you to speak
To punish me, if that's what you need
I never knew I meant so little
A plaything discarded, no longer useful.

With you, the world was a riot of colours
I was your princess with the lily flowers
Till you usurped me with an attitude so cavalier,
I am an exile, my homeland lost forever.

You made my birthdays such a gallant occasion
Now I dread the day and am filled with apprehension
Things went wrong just after that
The gifts you gave now burn my hands.

I was a worn-out cardigan, easily replaced
I see you talking about things which only we shared
All I can hope is that you won't do it again
And that she's older, so she'll know when to get off the train.

You wanted a story, and here it is
A tragedy written in my blood
I slit my veins and emptied the arteries
Just to be rid of you, my darling.

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