Black like the sofa, I wept ingloriously upon
And black like the feeling, when numbness has won.
A long helpless plight of nothingness, stretching out before me,
What I once thought was "true love" has ended, and its oh so frightening.
Black like your hair, contrasting the milk white of your skin
And the brown in your eyes, suddenly turns to coal coloured sin.
And I used to sit on your lap and stare at the black you would wear,
Wondering and touching, feeling the wickedness of this "affair".
And now I'm nostalgic all my mind feels is dead,
Treacle filled nonsense, like black coloured dread.
Every memory black listed and thrown into nothingness,
Into that big empty black hole, filled to the brim with adverseness.
You broke me, you bruised me, and every other cliche,
You tore me and shamed me, because thats just your way.
They call me a heartbreaker, because I flit from one to the next,
But unlike you my "conquests" arent just a timewasting project.
I can assure you darling, youre not the battering master,
Your heartbreaking aims fail fabulously, like each of your petty disasters.