F**k Boston

Don't get drunk and spout off lies

Next morning start to wake

I'm assaulted by stories

fiction being thrown in my face,

combing through last night's revelries.

I hear the rumors and the lies

that are too disgusting to be true

But a trusted friend rips out his ties

and I'm scarred anew.

Cut me and test my pain

I try to rise above

but forced down again

always being told because

"She wanted it. But I wasn't interested."

Warp the moment if you want

vomit lies and callous words

In your effort to pursue another

walk all over me like I'm dirt.

"F**k Talia. She wasn't good."

Objectify me and pretend

I'm nothing to your worth.

Happy to help in the end

with your cheating work.

"I gave her away."

Oh I didn't know I was yours

you selfish piece of s**t.

Want to use me anymore?

F**k off I'm not your b***h.

"She was clingy."

I remember your jealousy

the forceful pointed bursts

you threw me everyday

calling me a f*****g curse.

"We totally fucked."

I recall our transgression

You pushed yourself on me.

Which leads me to this question,

How could you possibly claim

to care,

after fully 

and completely

destroying me?