I was the blacksmith

that shaped your heart

from a mold

of titanium romance

into a golden statue;

I carved it gentle,

tenderness folded

in every touch

— all I did was shatter it

with my sledgehammer

in the end.

I was an embodiment

of lustful dreams

and daddy kinks;

sixteen ex-girlfriends on list

— even Taylor Swift

would surrender me

into a mental asylum.

I was the heartbreaker;

my vain words seething through your veins,

every syllable a wrecking ball

to your fragile heart;

no need to keep up with

your false pretense,

you can just cry out a river

— albeit I'll cry an ocean more.

I was the heartbreaker;

with each day that passed,

insecurities extinguished

all the fireworks dancing

inside this heart;

I was high on your drug

and you were

my happy little pill,

but I sank inside these waves

of darkened thoughts

— thoughts that hinted

about how we were

never meant for each other.

THESE ARE THE REASONS WHY I AM NOT THE MAN FOR YOU.