When I see you there,
Staring back at me.
All I can wonder…
Why aren’t we meant to be?

Instead you choose
A man so cruel.
A redneck ****;
I call him a tool.

Through vacant slurs,
And heartless fists.
That brain of his,
I call a cist.

Though his muscles are large,
And he fights with brawn.
Intelligence wins,
At the brink of dawn.

Still it puzzles me
Why his heart is yours.
While mine sings for you,
Out with a chorus.

My brain contorts
In a brutal coil.
The fact that you’re his
Makes my blood boil.

Through gritted teeth,
And bloodshot eyes.
I can’t help but weep
While my heart dies.