Based on a true story

I came in the shower
At five past the hour
And immediately started to cry

My legs weren't through quaking
My clit remained aching
Still I howled at the tiles, "Why oh why?"

All those things that you said
They run 'round in my head
I'm convincing myself they were lies

Yet if they were true
And I now have lost you
What is it for me to despise?

The pain in my heart?
That two sentence start?
Feeding a fire that eventually consumed?

Those things, you must see
Meant so much to me
So cherished, although we were doomed.

Either they're true and I miss you
Or they're false and I hate you
Either path a destiny undesired

But walk one I must
Finding faith, hope or trust
Until my heartache expires.