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."