You tore my heart in half
Folded it first
and ripped it
for symmetry
My equally divided heart
in each of your hands
slips slowly
to the floor
where you stomp on it
Jump up
and
down
on it
Do a little dance
get down tonight
Smashing it
like a spent cigarette
But you pick it up
Oh my
To flap jack it
into a
butter churn
Where you
pulverize it
painstakingly
to butter
Drawing it out
wiith a knife
you slather it on
a *******
and eat it.