Broken Love

I broke her heart then swore to keep mine whole
She must have been as angry as a bee
Smoked from her honey, she flew round my soul
And thus encircled hate for god to see
There was a plan, she landed on my head
I laughed as god raised wood to smash her flat
I couldn’t care if she could sting; she’s dead
I thought as god took aim and swung his bat
Crack went the wood and squish became her sound
Squirming and cracking jostled through my brain
I felt the neurons shift as I turned round
I felt the neurons loose their hold for pain
Breaking her heart was just a thing I do
But in her wrath, she broke my love in two.

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