fuck you

 
your idiocy spoke volumes
in broken speech you poke at me
a fluent garbology of thoughts fell from you

I took your outburst on the shoulder
it knocked the shit off mine
it was cunted truth slurred at me
I cradle my faith and said fuck you
it was over nothing really

just a bad day

but it spoke of our relationship
all heady and lustful
but muddied none the less

dirty talk was all we had
the luster of our shiny days was over
our current situation, dead

I cry whiskey tears over its demise
you ache sentiments
and I laughed at your ludicrous statements

a lothario, I wasn't much good for you
you needed a hit off the hot stuff
my cold blurred the moment
and I was no good at pretending

still it hurt, I had to admit
just like the dying of any good thing
we were better off going our own way