Ten Months

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.