Six weeks later and I'm still mending the broken,
It's Wednesday night and my soul is rotten.
I get the flaming pizza fresh out the oven,
The scent tickles my nose, awakens my senses.
It all goes south as my telephone buzzes,
And it shakes with it again all my emotions.
You shot your words, spiking like daggers,
Crushed to dust what this time was...