I've been hurt too many times.
Life has given me far too many limes.
I can't even make lemonade. I'm a victim of too many crimes.
My heart cries, tolling my death, making out-of-tune chimes.
I wish love were far less unpredictable.
But death is something far more probable.
And my disappointment, a truth, is something intolerable.
Heartbreak is something my future makes presentable.
And now to the ones who told me that they loved me,
I wish I could differentiate you from the lies I see.
But before my wish is granted, let me set my broken heart free.
My heart is filled with despondent resentment and hatred roots deep like an ancient tree.
How my hopes have been teased by her diabolical trick.
Why me?! I ask myself in hideous cries as I'm feeling sick.
I'm an exploded time bomb; my defusal is late by far too many a tick.
My heart desires to be loved but the thirst is quenched with vinegar - just a lick.
Goodbye to those who hurt my battered heart.
Goodbye to those who tore my heart and left the pieces lying apart.
Goodbye to those who helped me stay in the Top 1 Broken Hearts' Chart.
Goodbye to those who tricked me with lies and thought they were smart.
Lay and behold as my heart and Cupid's arrow are in convergence,
They meet not in harmony but resentful death and my heart bleeds green vengeance.
By Siyaduma Noël Biniza

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