To an ex-lover, with good intentions
I never knew words could carve such deep marks
Into the human body until
You broke up with me
Until you broke down for me
Crying and in a fit of throwing
Our china
You tore off your clothes
Revealing crevices
Like windows through your body
Your bones were yellow
Jagged and engraved
All the sarcastic remarks I ever said
Every sharp smirk I ever smiled
Your drought stricken finger;
The needle
Ran over your body;
The antiquated player
All I ever said
All those sharp smirks
Played back like an old record
Echoed through your antiquated body
You're finger catching every laceration
I ever made
Not a single sting was ever skipped
Not a single sound was missed
To an ex- lover, with good intentions
Thanks for leaving me in the door way
In the pile of broken china
I've been listening to your records more and more
