Escaping the Cycle of Misery

I'm starting to think I'm in love with my pain

It's all that you give me, yet still I remain

In love with you, though I can see

That your actions and words do naught but hurt me;

I'm so naïve.

I want to fix things, but you don't agree.

You want to move on to girls that aren't me

And have your fun, experimenting with them all

Pretending to love me until I just crawl

Inside my self, the shell of who I once was,

Before all this nonsense, before I knew love,

Before I was stupid and easily swayed,

Before I was merely a fool to be played;

How I miss those days.

I'm lonely and broken and bent out of shape,

I'm tired of waiting for promises to be made,

So I'm moving on, forgetting painful memories,

And finding someone who can truly set me free

Of this web of despair that holds my life tightly

And who can grant me happiness beyond measure,

For that to me would bring ultimate pleasure;

More than you gave me when we were together.

I hope that my pain brought you no satisfaction,

I hope that your bed is devoid of all action,

I hope that you realize the gem you've thrown away

But, mark my words, by then it will be too late;

By your side I'll no longer stay.