Some Men's Love Is Like Glass and Is a Pain In My A...
God help me...
My love for you
Is like glass
Embedded in my body
I keep picking at the wound
With my unskilled knowledge
I push the glass of my love
Deeper inside of me...
The more I pick and probe
The deeper it goes
And it is clear glass
When the blood of my pain
Is open and oozing
My heart can't see why it should
No longer love you...
So you hide invisible
Amongst my flesh and blood
I give up in pain
And frustration
Fu.. it!
Let my body work him
Back out of my heart
The body eventually
Rejects what hurts it
It festers and is
Released out of the skin
After it rots and gets infected for awhile
May your love
Rot out of my
Cut, swollen, infected heart
Oh doctor wouldst thou help me!
How can I pick this
Evil out of my heart?
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