Italy

I wrote this poem after a bad breakup, other than that, I think the poem speaks for itself.

You don't miss me, Italy
You miss your full time punching bag
Your door mat
Your crutch
Your pleasure and your pain
You would've been the death of me, Italy
Lovingly abusive
And, to you, I was submissive
I gave you miles and miles of land
And you asked for the ocean
For you, I would've walked a million miles
Now, I'm asking you to do the same