I loathe him.
He made me stressed.
Hell, how he made me cry.
That man, he made my flesh creep.
Oh how he made me weep.
Made my pure heart break clean in two.
Oh my goodness what did he do?
He crippled my legs.
While still I walked.
Severed my tongue.
So I could not talk.
I had a bucket full of love to give.
It was all his.
Just once it overflowed.
It got kicked over.
That bucket did.
My metaphorical bucket.
Became somewhat buckled.
I’m looking forward, now I chuckle.
©Livvi