He broke his smile and took a shard,
Made a handle with a jumper cable.
He knew that he had made it hard
But never thought she wouldn’t be able
To see past all his anger barred
But his surplus of poor mental health
Slowly made her unstable.
He wanted everything to work out fine
But by this time, she didn’t want to live, too.
He realized that ever “yours” and “mine”
Was just further pushing his shiv through
Her chest, her heart, until it hit the line
And she was dead,
But right before, she said
“I love you and forgive you.”