This is the way she played me,
and hell if I'm not angry.
Now I Don't typically write rymes
Let alone spit man.
I'm just your average Maine white guy,
who probably won't incite crime.
Now lemme tell you about this one time,
where this girl, was all fine.
She kinda cute
She kinda tall
She kinda Catholic
and kinda my thing.
Next up were those DMs,
followed by all those questions.
Then a, few months in,
You tell me about your boyfriend.
Why did you tell me I'm funny.
Why did you tell me I'm cute.
First of all honey, I am not happy
with you or with him or anybody!
Then you pull this last minute thing..here we go again..
"Baby I'm sorry this doesn't have to end."
Well this does have to end.
You are not sorry; you never were
and never will be.
This is pathetic,
I'm not empathetic,
I hope this emotional pain of yours has no anesthetic!
Your halo is gone,
not longer angelic.
You took a piece of me,
you can call it prosthetic.
I just hope this frenetic, poetic, phillipic rant
will make you levant
and never come back.