Cura Te Ipsum Poem by Gina Van Wolf

Loving you is sugar to spice
hold me close and it feels nice
but suddenly we're angry once again.

God knows I have to lose
sometimes I will sing the blues
'cos nobody f.cks up like I do.

I've worn vests and metal plates
and still my heart begins to break
when you point your gun at me to shoot.

Oh I've tried to celebrate
but I look at you and begin to hate
everything you've ever done to me.

I know I'm not what I want to be
but I do know what's good for me
and no one will ever hurt me like you did.

You told me that you loved me still
always have and always will
but I'm done playing games.