First you break my heart,

Leave it tattered.

Treat me shabbily,

Broken and shattered.

I beg you to come back

You pay no heed.

I grope in darkness for a way

That to you will lead.

Spurned and scorned

I die a thousand deaths.

But this brazen body

Continues to draw breaths.

And just when I thought

I had got over you,

You waltz back into my life

With apologies profuse.

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