Rupture, Repair.. Rupture, I’m Left There

rupture, repair

rupture I’m left there

yes I was left out in the cold

wandering, wondering, waiting

for you to fold-

since the silence came with the split

was it the 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

so tell, me what was the order of your affairs

and when you took out my ribs

I was putting on the bibs

but, i’m not sure what we loved more

was it the rupture

or the repair

now, what I do know

is that for sure

it was our rupture

that made your new pair-

So may I dare-

say ..

I'm sorry Velma

I gifted you all new glassware..