Au Revior

I thought you were nice

but clearly I was wrong.

You don't wear 

your heart on your sleeve,

you stuff it in your thong. 

Now I believe you 

when you say 

you're not a nice person. 

You never make

things any better,

You only make them worsen.

You're painting your masterpeice,

it's begining to look artistic.

I wonder if when you pick up that brush

you're just as narcissistic. 

This was never about me

I'm just a part of your ego.

You use me to make you feel complete

You're not a woman,

You're a mosquito.