rupture, repair

rupture i’m left there

yes, i was left out in the cold

wandering, wondering, waiting

for you to fold

and since,

the silence came with the split

was it our rupture that made you flip?

or is this just your sadistic way of worship

yea, i did my make up and my hair

trying my best to to keep my fair share

but, tell me

what was the order

of your affairs

and when you took out my ribs

i was putting on the bibs..

and now i’m not sure what we loved more

was it the rupture.. or the repair?

although, what i do know

is that it was for sure

that our rupture that made your new pair

so.. may I dare?

say I'm sorry

not to you

only to all your newlywed gifted glassware