Love Child

I do cruel things, torturous things,
Like stab the girl’s heart that fell for you
Repeatedly
Until it has bled all out and dry,
Until it’s all just a crusty, rusty stain,
And the girl’s soul just a sputtering flame.

We can never be friends.
We have never been friends.

It’s just a matter of time
Before I learn to let go –
And I have.

Brown stains by my feet,
My heart on the floor,
And my listless eyes devoid
Of love.

What a cruel, cruel girl.