Lacerate the chest of her kindness,
Open the lid of her smile,
Visible cuts to the wrist of her mildness,
Elbow to her efforts—still—she doesn’t revile.
Yesterday I treated you badly,
Over the precipice, I fist our relationship,
Undyingly you tumbled behind me,
Bringin’ a mental list bearin’ several relation tips.
Reiterating’ the same old meaningless phase,
Immediate tears gushing from your heart,
Telling drops of blood glidin’ down your face,
At the top of rock-bottom is, perhaps, the best place to restart.
No more I hate you
It’s now the antithesis,
Awkwardly you’ve proven the redness in you.
K