Excuse my ignorance.
I just can't quite comprehend the kind
of person that would kill my
self-confidence while leaving behind
a hollow shell of
a once promised forever
all for one lustful night with another,
Then turn around and say I love
you in the same breath as
you caused this.
So I'm sorry to offend
you, but when I ask
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I'm sincerely asking
because the way I see it,
if you seriously gave a shit
about me, you'd at least have the decency
to not somehow stab my back and use my
blood to paint me as a murderer.
So was it worth it after all?
Did you have your fill?
Or will it only be enough once you push
me off this ledge I'm staring out over
hoping to find some answer, then
sob as you say I leaped?