Hack, Crack, Stack Poem by John Sensele

Heart not for sale to the busiest bidder
Fumbling and bumbling to me mean nothing
Don't need your sleek cider
If all you desire for me is a threat thing.

Stay away from my sanity, will you
Sick and sad is all you mean
Can't help quizzing your shrew
As long as I can't let you win.

Sad it took too long to open my eyes
To see all you said and did belittled my life
Cos your words wore nothing but lies
You meant and sent to sneak into my back your knife.

Glad you no longer belong to me
Sad I erase and phase out memories
I thought you and I forever could see
So long we enjoyed our stormy stories.