You've somehow managed
To rip, tear, and force
O p e n
Every wound I've ever had
You wormed your way into
My beautiful life
Knowing only how to destroy,
And crumble my dreams.
You sit there on your throne now,
Throwing caution to the wind,
One dollar bill at a time,
With her at your side.
Well, you haven't won just yet.
I hate to spoil your fun,
But you aren't in my heart anymore
You're just another poem.