I thought you were my counterpart
the other half of my heart.
We shared a common goal,
a purpose only made whole by our pairing.

That goal I thought was love
You handled me with velvet gloves
I melted at your touch
But, your charm turned quickly to harm.

A slap here, a punch there, bruises
all concealed.
But, I don't like sharing,
My life, my dignity, with violence.

I am the composer of my destiny
You tried to alter it subtly
I commend you for your effort
Alas, you marred my heart.

My heart was horrified
Upon learning that your yearning
Was not for me, but for cruelty
You've tormented me for the last time.