Rant

I wish that I could look upon your face,
And tell you, dear, what's on my soul...
But were I to stand in front of you
I'd wrap your gonads in a bow.
And so, I'll tell you now, my dear
That you are quite the asshole.
I wish that I could hold you in my arms,
And tell you that to me, you're wonderful,
But were you to rest within my arms,
I would turn your neck too far,
And breathe the breath that you'd exhale.

But probably not....
Our history's preventing me
From leaving you to rot...
For now.