BLACK HEARTS
I shouldn't hate you just because of what you've done
I shouldn't picture your head going through a windscreen
Nor your brains Picasso-esque on the bitumen in front
I shouldn't let bitterness eat into my heart again
I should accept all men aren't like you.
Some care, some would never contemplate
They would never do the dark deeds you've done
Some know women aren't just objects,
Inflatable dolls with their own internal puncture repair kit.
The use, abuse cycle continuing to bleed others dry
To leave them a wreck, of use to none
To leave them frightened of the darkness that they now carry
In the empty solitude of chest cavities where hearts once beat.
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