I don't want to write soppy poems

about how he broke my heart

because he burnt my heart 

and I'm writing this with tearless eyes

because what was love has perished in

his hands

Who I was he tried to change

What I gave was never enough

He was too full of himself

to see the bigger picture 

And I still so unstable

was willing to give him pieces of myself I never set out to put on the table

Phone sexing at 3am

telling him he could have my pussy in any way

Protesting not to show a picture of myself 

Though scared to lose the "love" of my life once again I become submissive 

The selfish part of me now missing

because all I wanted was for him to claim me as his missus

Train fare money to go see him, could have bought myself a gift,

two days to go he says I'm no longer welcome in his home 

because as always he blows things out of proportion 

just 'cos I refused to answer a question

He looks past the fact that I have trust issues

Not patient enough to let me work through these issues

All numb inside

I wished him all the best

His best is yet to come.