The heart of you is no good,
because you took it all from me,
you took my happiness away,
and you savaged my feelings and caused a flood,
a flood of misery,
and you left me empty,
you left me empty, and I wandered alone,
not knowing which direction to go,
and I did not know,
and I did not care about much about life at all,
and I felt far from ten feet tall,
the way I felt when you claimed that you loved me,
and oh, it was terrible the way you robbed me of trust,
and the way you trashed my feelings,
well, it cut me to pieces, and it left me reeling,
it left me reeling and climbing the walls,
and tearing my hair out,
and not feeling ten feet tall and happy at all,
and I told you the truth,
but you damaged me with words that were uncalled for,
and you rebuffed me when I questioned your insensitivity,
and you threw it all at me,
and you blamed me for the loss of the baby,
you blamed me for the relationship with your mother,
you blamed me for not seeing your friends much at all,
and you criticised my job,
you criticised my goals in life,
you insulted my appearance in a five-minute tirade,
and you cried you heart out after it all,
and you apologised for it all,
and I sat there with you and looked into your eyes,
and that was the end of it all,
I had to make a decision, and I did,
and I ended it all,
I ended it all and I walked out the door,
and I took a few things,
and that was the beginning of the end,
the beginning of the end,
not what I was expecting for sure,
but the reality and the heartache,
and the pain,
of a bitter and acrimonious breakup sank in,
and the heartache and the pain,
well, I carried it with me,
like a heavy burden out the door,
and I carried it wherever I walked,
oh, the bitter pain and the intensity of it all,
and what suffering,
and what heartbreak there was,
and I wandered in a metaphorical desert for almost a year,
barren of happiness,
devoid of trust,
and heartbroken and bitter,
and I walked apocryphally on,
though I knew I had done nothing wrong,
and yet,
I was the one who was suffering,
but you you moved on easily,
and that made it harder to carry on,
and I broke down with it all,
and I had no clue,
which direction to go at all,
and in my heartache,
and in my heartbreak,
I stumbled on and of my life,
for a while,
I made a right mess of it all.