Chipped nails and a bleeding heart,
She sleeps alone,
Waiting for her lover to come home.
She tears at her skin,
Hoping that maybe now he’ll walk back in.

Waist too big,
**** not tight,
Her lover got bored with the same flavour every night.
Too familiar with the small dip of her waist,
Too familiar with those same low moans,
Same generic brown eyes,
Those two ***** that just didn’t bounce right,
Too familiar with the way she wraps her legs around his waist
Too familiar with the way she tastes.

So he left…

And with him, he took her.