Shattered

You were my all my everything my
whole life is like a bowl of cherries
But don't swallow the pit and the
Pendulum swings back and forth
Forth and back to the past is
What everybody wants or is it
Forward to the past is a rite
Of passage for anyone who is
Too stupid to care what happens
When someone is so shattered
By your disapproval that all
They want to do is cry and
Dance into the night
Mare and bad dreams of the
Future or maybe creep into
Your head and surround your
Thoughts with death and having
Noone to talk with or confide
In the room that I have in my
Heart shaped cookies were the
One thing you loved more than
Anything else except me you
Said but then you always
Lied I just never caught you
Until it was too late but your
Her problem now and I'm left
With only a bad taste in my
Mouth and thankfulness that
You left when you did before
I might have had to
Kill you.