Ripping up flowers
Tearing off petals
Shooting down stars
Watching them fall
Snatching up broken dreams
Burying them all

Six feet under
I hope my tears
Drown out the sound
Echoing in your ears
Of screaming and pleading
For all these years

Overgrown weeds
And heavy grey clouds
Even shadows have shadows
Guess everyone has a past

Threw my penny into the well
Well, I guess that didn’t end up too well.
It’s like you were Jack and I was Jill
But it wasn’t Jill who took the spill

It was jack who fell
Under the spell
Of that little girl Jill
Who had the best will

And intentions
Full of questions
Bright eyed
And engaging
Optimistically waiting

For the right guy
To happen on by
Well once she met Jack
She never looked back
And that was that
A fairytale ending

Except that wishing well
Went straight to hell
And that water was poisoned
That penny corroded

Exposing the truth
The ignorance of youth
You weren’t all you seemed
A wolf in sheep’s clothing
Bursting at the seams

The real you came through
But that’s old news

What’s worse is I stayed

Even though day after day
It all was the same
Routine
You think
I would have learned

But I didn’t
And you were only acquitted
When death finally admitted
You to its domain
I hope it rains
Every day
Over your **** grave

And that the most beautiful flowers
Grow just out of reach
Not visible between weeds

And that when the leaves change
And the snow falls
You’re left with nothing
Nothing at all
But the miserable company
Of what’s left of your “love” for me.