Sick Love
Without him I struggled, just to breathe
The scent of his skin, my addiction
I couldn't bear the pain if he had to leave
I couldn't resist the friction
There were days, I considered taking my life
Just to ease the pain
Atop my nightstand, I kept a knife
My nightgown wore a stain
He had no idea of the turmoil I was in
He said "we're just having fun"
He took my heart out for a spin
What would happen when he was done
We would laugh and mock her together
How stupid could I be
He had my heart in a tether
And next, he would do this to me
I must admit, I had him fooled
He believed me to be a player
My personality, I had tooled
I never wanted to betray her
When I sliced my skin to release the pain
I did it for her AND I
His love had me sick and insane
My soul, brittle and dry
Perhaps it was him that deserved to bleed
Why should I suffer alone
All of this pain was derived from his greed
I GROUND HIM UP, TOOTH AND BONE
My new best friend has become my lover
She assisted in the crime
If questioned of me, I know she'll cover
She too has been doused in his slime
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