Sapped and Shattered

 

 

Bitter, I try not to be,

Like a rag, when you toss me,

I am no self effacing saint,

When innocence, you feint.

 

Manipulating my feelings,

You inflame my entire being,

Flinging me, every single time,

When I am feeling sublime.

 

Tightening my heart strings,

The torment always stings.

I shall leave you on your own,

You can carry on your intone.