Ten months together, and then we split.
I'm happy that my personal Hell is all over!
I didn't scream, and you didn't fight it,
And now I know you are not a valuable lover.

Sweet heart, bite your tongue,
For all you are going to say is utter bull shit.
You and I are far too young for what you call "fun",
And to your "fun", I kindly spit.

I wouldn't catch a grenade for you,
Nor would would I kiss you again.
I now see what Hell I put myself through.
I broke away from you, and now I'm a free young woman!

Ten months, all were Hell.
I stand back and think of why I even let you into my life,
And yet I couldn't find a reason as why you did dwell.
Especially since all we did was barely love in strife.