I loved her without hesitation. She dumped me without hesitation. Just like anyone else I too needed my girl. But I think she misjudged my feelings for some old straw hats full of dirty cockroaches and stuffed them into a box of Tiger wooden kitchen matches.
She unjustly threw the box of honest feelings into her fireplace and added some more wood to the already raging fire. I guess she took my pure heart for some dry leaf. Why did she crush it so cruelly as if it were some cheap Kleenex tissue paper? She killed me by throwing my heart into the Amazon River as if it were a worn out Gianna Meliani high heel shoe. She could instead have wiped her running nose with it.
Or she could have written 'Welcome' on it and used it as a brown doormat. My heart wouldn't have objected to being utilized as a Ralph Baer Chat-Mat too. At least it would've been of some importance to her.
I worshipped her.
I guess she mistook me for some chicken-flavoured Twisties and Blue Diamond Almonds too and ate me. She then went for her nightly brushing with her preferred Arm & Hammer toothpaste after hammering my love so expertly between her teeth. I helplessly whirled down her dark porcelain sink.
I'm not Popeye (my favourite hero), who by simply eating some spinach would become supernaturally strong and forget pain. Every night I feel red-bellied piranhas, uncompromising crocodiles, bullish bull sharks, sinuous snakes and vampire toothpick fish of all shapes, ages and sizes assailing my poor heart.
submitted at 4:26pm
19 August 2010
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