I recall of the days we went shopping
For crabs and shrimps
I didn't know how prepare them
Because I was afraid of killing the creatures
But you firmly suggested we make them for dinner
I cried all the while you were in the kitchen butchering them
I felt remorseful for them
The way you boiled them
To their death!!
The same way I related to what might happen to me
Whenever you had no wipes for your tears
I offered my shirt
My heart was your home from day one I saw you
You looked fragile, so delicate
I loved you instantly
I don't know how
I gave you life like lots of oxygen
Held you tight enough to know
That you were mine
Now what have is regrets
Why did I let you in
You ripped my heart
Poured its blood and sucked life out of it just like the crabs
Smashed it, and left it in half
I live with half a heart that's lifeless
Am in pieces
Who will recreate me?
As I struggle to stomach the pain
You are busy making merry
One word for your actions
Savage
