I hope she
Rips
Your measly
Lying
Cowardly
Heart
Straight from your chest.
I hope she pries it from your ribcage
With the same force you used
On mine.
I hope she hurls it to the ground
In disgust
Of what you’ve become.
Of what you’ve been all along.
I hope she contaminates it so
That you will never be able
To feel
Or love
Or trust
The same way
Ever
Again.
I hope she
Has the power to make you
Feel what I
Have been feeling all along.
All I can do
Is hope
That she can give you what you deserve
Since it’s very clear
That I cannot.