Breakdown

Your chest, usually apron-clad, working a job

Is now heaving up and down, racked with sobs.

Your eyes, always showing calm throughout,

Now are closed, with sadness leaking out.

Your arms, already sliced with a knife,

Now hold onto me for dear life.

Feeling so helpless, don’t know what to do.

I know this is between she and you.

It breaks my heart to see you this way.

Don’t worry, I know one day, she will pay

For leading you on like a stray

Then leaving you in your own blood to lay.

I hold you in my arms so tight

And in your ear whisper, “It’s going to be alright.”

Year after year, better it will get.

Even if it doesn’t, I’ll still be here. You bet!

You seem so very strong, a facade.

I can see what a mess she has made.

But it won’t be like this for long.

Never forget: With me is where you belong.