Regards – Mademoiselle,
It’d seem you have something,
Not yours — my heart
Don’t break it, please

Roses are coloured,
Weeping in your cuddle
Flares seem to be lit;
Tear stained cigarette burns

Don’t want a sloppy
Blood drenched
Emotionally exhaustive
Heartbreak warfare

Might you feel like
You can’t take care,
Of what’s mine
Tell — I’ll walk