Thanks for Nothing

Serve my head on a plate

Pulp my heart with ill will

I did trust you

Let to lust you, to be duped

Thanks for ******* nothing

Serve my head on a plate

Pulp my heart with ill will

Sensed a mystique, turn to spent air

Killed it dead

Thanks for ******* nothing

Scrap the depths to salvage something

Thanks for ******* nothing

Drained my all, then drop the bombshell

True, we were not joined

Our every feature spliced

Though you rushed in and took a lead

Three words spouted

This contagion crossed all divides

Caused a shift in protective focus

Three words flouted

Untimely end,

I should've clicked

A sensory cut-out

A spoiling of the harmony

Of which we were about

I don't despise or demonize

But I just know your form

Walk right out and move along

And leap before you look

Thanks for ******* nothing