A toast.
To you.
For you have broken the only thing-
I had going for myself.
My heart.
I should have known from the start,
That, that...
Was too good to be true.
If only I knew.
A warning label perhaps?
Or maybe it was a mishap?
But my soul?
Misshapen and grotesque.
Was this only a test?
A test of vengeance and love.
A push and a shove.
A heart shattered into puzzle pieces.
Please spare me the preaches.
But don't worry, you fuel me.
You drive my creativity.
You put a twist on my character.
No need to care about my stature.
You are spoken of in my writing.
That may be the only good thing.
But you should not be proud.
Because over me? There's a cloud.
It has been there awhile.
Its time to say see ya crocodile.