I want my poetry to feel to you as such
That I have ripped out your heart
                                and on it I stomped
Broke it into
         a thousand  p     e 
                                 i   c  s
                                   e

Placed back in your hands while you stood
on knees shaking

Making you  f
                         a
                            l
                              l
 onto the ground
Begging God for lost love while
your weeps and screams

A     B    O    U   N   D

This may be very vain of me to say
If my poetry did not make you feel that way

*then I am no poet today