A simple word, a notions intent,
A heavy hearted sign, of discontent,
The cutting words, that drive like a knife,
Consumed by anger, and illusions of strife,

Yes still you press, the point you see,
Of your frustration, to which I flee,
I am not perfect, but this you know,
But still you pressure, forcing me to go,

It feels as if, you taunt the beast,
Provoking reactions, with anger to feast,
So fragile the choice, you wish to test,
Unleashing the heartbreak, of which you jest,

But now you have broken, the ring that binds,
That special feeling, it took so long to find,
What is done is done, you have started the flow,
That is it, no more, only a crushing blow...

Take note love lorn and lonely souls..WILL

LOL

Let me guess who this is about....

When you taunt the beast
and open the flow
beware my friend
you already know
what they say about
a womans temperament
you fiend, I suggest
you just GO...

who is this about let me know