Poetry

You were fine at the start.
Your hands, they held my heart.
You were so sweet that night in the dark.
But afterwards you gave me a horrible start.
Your hands no longer held my heart.
I was just a piece of art.
Just another body in your shopping cart.
Another slab of meat at the meat mart.
I now hate you; I hate you, with all of my heart.
Man, you were just great at the start.
Until you stomped all over my heart.
And stole my body in the dark.