(&*%$)

Fuck.
I am so tired of missing you,
every day,
every week,
every hour,
how did I get into this mess?

Fuck.
I am so tired of being alone,
every day,
every week,
every hour,
all this pain I try to suppress.

Fuck.
there is no one good enough
or talented enough,
or sober enough,
or cute enough,
to make me stop loving you.

Fuck.
If I was a guy,
we would all ready be married.
that rips me up inside
like all those broken mirrors and ripped up pictures
I have been thrown away.