My ex the battle ax

 
What a charming... tornado of misplaced emotional baggage flying in lying circles
She was the light of my life... force draining into a black hole of regressional suck
As I always loved the way... she hated the very essence of reasonable discourse
Such a beautiful woman... consequently finding the most offensive focus of mind
A female burst of sentiments... triggered through her estrogen Molotov cocktails
Falling for my dream girl... down a wicked nightmare of collapsing illusional stairs
Always knowing just what to say... for two continuous years stopping just to spit
Making me feel at peace... as she waged war on the intellectual world landscape
Kissing me on the cheek... before twisting the knife of toxic speech into my ears
Bringing breakfast in bed... mashed into poisonous, nauseous patty melt dispair
The wind beneath my wings... while our craft nosedived into a hellish hole in one