She took from me
Not one cent
That she could not
Give back again
Though I declined
Cause the debt was benign

She ate my food
She drove my car
A dented Ford POS
Did not always
Get her far
But I never ask
For the gas back

Still beating heart
Beneath my chest
She tore and scrapped
At my tender flesh
A monstrous action
For her own satisfaction
An undead fiend
Feeding on my broken valves
The heart attack
The love she lacked
So stole from me
What I sorely needed
And though I pleaded
Please give it back
She left the shovel in my breast bone
And would not return
My heart to its’ rightful home
So every night I cry in vain
Give it back
Give it back
Give it back