it was not beautiful,
the way he broke my heart.

it was not gentle,
or lovely,
or romantic.

it was a monday morning screaming battle,
it was the feeling of words jabbing into my soul.

he left without a goodbye,
I spewed hate without remorse.

it was not beautiful,
loving him.

I tore down my body for a sake of well-being
I never really established.

I left home and never came back.

he poured the gasoline,
laughed as I lit the match,
"baby, keep me warm."