What broke your broken heart?
(Can you let this loser live?)
My half of your passion-bed
lies empty, night and day…
Did seldom reaching out for you
cause your heart to fray?
Where rapture once induced a scream
depression does the same…
Did frequencies crack your heart
when you cried out my name?
What once were love’s hot-chocolate nights
are now my ice cold beers…
Did the frost upon my lover’s heart
fracture your heart’s veneer?
Where fervent rhymes by me were born
is now an arid seed…
Did my apathy dry out your heart
and tensions make it bleed.
Where devotion once profusely grew
only selfish weeds now bloom…
Did your distrust, incite the pouring rain
that drowned your heart in gloom.
Where beauty aimed her marksman eye
is now my heart full of holes…
Did losing my picture of you
trigger the shot, that killed my soul.
I was never told you could be that shallow.