Tear me
Cut the seams so I spill
Out like so many beans
That Jack buried
And never grew
Like his feelings for Jill
They are still
As so many leaves
Bourne upon windy words
That are gobbled up
Despite the fact
That they are absurd
I wish that you would swerve
I wish that you had swerved
So I could cross the road
Like I deserve
Don't bother with your words
You already won
So feel vilified