Teardrops

This is the man I have become

Who’ll kill you with words

I don’t need no gun

Whose pen is mightier than stabbing people for fun

Because I stab you for love

You film it like it’s a happy slap

And I move to the rhythm of massive attack

                                            And while you’re crying out, for love

                                            I’m climbing out, your window

Clutching my stolen goods close to my chest

Your innocence

And the only evidence of my theft is

The bitter cynical world weary woman looking for love in all the wrong places because

I taught her

it’s better to be loved and left than to never be loved at all

Who in turn will break men

Real men

Leaving their hearts broken and busted

Because I taught her that we cannot be trusted

So this is why I’m a poet

See my words have power and this is how I know it

All it took for me to break you

All it took to make you hate you

Was three simple words

I love you