i wish i could shatter your crooked little heart again.

you paint a pure, innocent caricature of yourself
i was letting my cruelty and neglect sting my brain
when your letter arrived at work.

you cleaved away my job with your lies.

i stopped the stinging short.
your carefully constructed poison darts were successful,
you cheered when they found their target.

corrupt daggers of hypodermic hate
with little red flags of feigned victory, and you know it's true

were they harbingers of justice
there'd be a different chemistry,
but i don't have those chemicals
in my body.

how pathetic did you have to be,
that you stooped even lower
than me?

wish i could pull the pulsing red from your chest--
i'd look you in the eyes
and stomp your heart to death

and we'd both know what transpired
and we both would understand
because i know you don't believe your lies;
you set your goal to break my life.