Broken Masterpiece

Picture pieces ripped apart,

This is how she conveyed her broken heart

Her whirlwind of anger and despair,

Left shattered windows and blood everywhere,

Such a savage nightmare,

No longer did she care.

Of women like this you should beware.

For her cold glare

Could freeze Satan in an icy snare

With a brushstroke of disaster,

Shes master at unraveling a decades worth of love,

I wounded her soul deep with my own justified sin,

She struck back with a fencers skill,

I should have known she was already gravely ill

Now my pain was her cure, like a prescribed fatal pill

A master swordsman going in for the kill

Her merciless attacks cutting deep outside and within

Every blow, her only goal to win

Belittled and irate,

Her body she allowed another to pillage and desecrate.

She showed me the scene,

With bitter scorn and satisfaction, she began to gleam,

Her vengeance unjustly deemed,

We became unraveled at the seams.

There is no turning it back to what used to be,

For what was once a fantasy

Had now became a tragedy.