"Marry me," he said, to the woman who would break his heart.

He promised to love and protect her

but instead held her up by the neck with one hand,

two inches off the ground.

His fists flew past her face, only to collide with the wall behind,

the woman who would break his heart.

He begged her to stay, pleaded for the forgiveness of

the woman who would break his heart.

He told her she would not live without him,

shot a hole in the suitcase held by,

the woman who would break his heart.

She left that day and never looked back.

He followed and threatened.

He vowed to win the war against,

the woman who broke his heart.

She lived her life in fear.

The day came when he was no longer near.

Now all that remains is an obituary with

no mention of,

the woman who broke his heart.

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