I could be driving 365 on the highway,

Approaching a curve,

And still wouldn’t have the motivation to,

Slow down,

You didn’t,

So why should i,

Cut, slit throat,

Check please,

You didn’t break my heart,

You Slit and Cut it,

Marked your initials with a knife by puncturing my heart,

I could have,

I think should have bled out,

What’s a dead toy much use of,

So you used a needle and wire to stitch what a bandage would have done justice,

I felt pain,

So what’s death to a man with iron pins in his heart,

Running on crude oil

I detest romance,

The tiniest flaws leaving excruciating pain

~Ropa