Oh how I wish I cud speak of love like other poets.
But you have made love, such a way of killing loves joy.
I cut your picture into 1000 pieces.

While you visit your ex- who is now your extra..
Spend time putting yourself back together again.
This coulda been a love poem.

We could be practicing making babies and writing love poems
Instead, I was compelled to amuse myself in your callous absence.

By the time you come home - I will be gone,never to return.
I zoomed in and INCREASED THE SIZE.
I took the missing picture parts - Like the top of your head-
And your heart; Since you have no use for them.

Other more functional parts of the puzzle -
Have been mailed to  your ex-or your extra woman.
Hope she continues to make you happy..

Eventually I will mail her the rest of you.
In the meantime do not lose any more
"PIECES OF YOURSELF".
"Thank you god for second thoughts"

PUT YOURSELF together...and remember
I am cursing you, as to cure myself of you.
Voodoo is tied to that 1000 piece puzzle
You must gather your missing parts.
Stay with your EX...and never be vexed.

I have here with me, the other useless parts of you.
I've mailed them to your extra, along with permanent glue.
A love poem - and babies, would have suited me better.