You thought you had me in your grip
You were blinded by your ego-trip
You're "not done breaking me"
You cackled with demonic glee
I saw through your evil words
Your self-loathing is painfully absurd
Despair is your unfortunate lover's fate
Stop making me the target of your hate
You assumed again I'd play the fool
And thought your deceit was oh so cool
Your words that punched and fists that sting
Brought truth to reality - to his lies I cling
This life with you has been pure hell
Too bad it took over a year to tell
I've wasted precious time on a loser like you
For real this time - I'M FUCKING THROUGH!
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Kathryn Kingsley
I am an alien; I'm sure of it. I'm an enigma, a perfect mess of controlled chaos. I am beauty wrapped in madness. Keep reading for a wild ride inside my fractured mind.
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