Harvesting Heartache
You seem a professional
Reading between lines
Tracing topography
You carve so carelessly
Cockiness that comes
From doing the same thing
Ages far too long
Too stuck in your ways
To see different paths
Valleys and mountains
You depict symbols
Matching the false key
A facade to my
Ever broken heart
You believe the earth flat
Ne’er ‘round emotionally
Not dimensions’ globe
Perhaps you’re a farmer
Tilling toxic love in rows
Poisoned by sickly earth
To ugly bloom or shrivel
You, the sole harvester
Reaping fruits of my love
For your pitiful ego
Every valve you puncture
To sow loyalty with guilt
With arteries you map wrong
They pierce my very soul
I’ll call our love what it is
It festers foul and noxious
Beating up heart and mind
Your maps look all shaky
And infertile are your farms
But I cannot pull away
Still find me in your arms