Someone has to pull me together and repair me,
The examination table might be too cold,
Do you even want to speak to me? Is this getting old?
When did you stop feeling glee when I'm around?
I'm feeling lost at sea even when I'm not alone,
Were you thinking of her while you had your claws on me?
How about when you were gnawing at my entire being?
At least I forget when your lips are on mine.
When will she become a distant thought for you too?
My soul was just never mine to keep.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Sarapin, in the year 949 AF.