I don't have a good heart
I do not mean well and
if I were just a tad more
despicable I'd tell you
to burn in hell
Your doting smile does nothing
but make me wish I had steel toes
and if I were a little bit more bitter
I'd kick you right in the nose
The sound of your dragging
your knees from place to place
like fingers down a chalk board
and I can only imagine your
lovesick face
If I were completely heartless
and your feelings didn't matter
a jot, I'd have your drag yourself
to a graveyard and I'd point out
exactly where you should rot
(Ah, but you think I'm joking?
and this is just a ruse?
how could I be this awful
and this must be one of
my moods)
I will not be better, not later
and certainly not soon
your love leaves me frozen
your protestations a tired tune
I beg to no one special
I make my case to the empty air
if there is a god in this place
then please, I beg, I swear
I will never again in life
beguile any living man
nor none of the uncountable
dead- I make my peace
and good riddance sweets
I've put my heart to
bed