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The Heart Butcher
Dear the girl who comes next,
I gave him my heart
Over and over again
And he sold it
He sold my love
Then after all the pain
The nightmares and heartache
I let him in again
Just for him to treat me the same
I spilled my feelings onto pages for him
He said my poems
Brought tears to his eyes
But those were just more lies
When he left his said
He did not do anything to me
But what he did not understand
Is that love is everything to me
Out of a list of millions of things
Love would be at the top
Because without love
My heart would stop
So I gave him the most valuable thing
In the world to me
He took it all
And auctioned it off
All the things he bought
With the money he made from tearing me apart
And stealing from my heart
Do they fill the hole in his soul?
He never had to steal from me
I would have given him everything
I would have given him anything
But he choose to take things by force
He sold something priceless
For a price
And then he would lash out
But there only one he should blame is himself
He’d lay traps
And try to trick me into them
So he’d have an excuse
To hurt me
In his grips the more I’d struggle
The more I’d bleed out
And then he’d tighten the vice
To stop me from slipping out
Then when I was snared
He’d hack off chunks of my heart
And sell it at a reduced price
At the meat market
When he couldn’t keep me trapped
He divide me up
To control who got
The pieces of me
I didn’t leave because
I didn’t love him
I left because I knew
He didn’t love me
He made a profit
From my feelings
But I have something he can never buy
The ability to love
So if you want to know
What his love feels like
Just take a walk down to
To your local butcher shop
Watch how the knife
Crudely tares things apart
And how the butcher
Puts the chunks of meat up for sale
The bloodbath in the butcher shop
Mirrors how he treats women
Who knew love
Could smell so foul
I gave him my heart
Over and over again
And he sold it
He sold my love
Then after all the pain
The nightmares and heartache
I let him in again
Just for him to treat me the same
I spilled my feelings onto pages for him
He said my poems
Brought tears to his eyes
But those were just more lies
When he left his said
He did not do anything to me
But what he did not understand
Is that love is everything to me
Out of a list of millions of things
Love would be at the top
Because without love
My heart would stop
So I gave him the most valuable thing
In the world to me
He took it all
And auctioned it off
All the things he bought
With the money he made from tearing me apart
And stealing from my heart
Do they fill the hole in his soul?
He never had to steal from me
I would have given him everything
I would have given him anything
But he choose to take things by force
He sold something priceless
For a price
And then he would lash out
But there only one he should blame is himself
He’d lay traps
And try to trick me into them
So he’d have an excuse
To hurt me
In his grips the more I’d struggle
The more I’d bleed out
And then he’d tighten the vice
To stop me from slipping out
Then when I was snared
He’d hack off chunks of my heart
And sell it at a reduced price
At the meat market
When he couldn’t keep me trapped
He divide me up
To control who got
The pieces of me
I didn’t leave because
I didn’t love him
I left because I knew
He didn’t love me
He made a profit
From my feelings
But I have something he can never buy
The ability to love
So if you want to know
What his love feels like
Just take a walk down to
To your local butcher shop
Watch how the knife
Crudely tares things apart
And how the butcher
Puts the chunks of meat up for sale
The bloodbath in the butcher shop
Mirrors how he treats women
Who knew love
Could smell so foul
Published 13th May 2019
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