I Broke All Your Stuff

I broke all your stuff since you’ve been gone
Then I threw it out on to the lawn
I can’t make you stay
I can’t rekindle your desire
But I can take the stuff you left
And light it all on fire

I told all my nieces your were dead
To get the thought of you out of my head
You said that you needed time
You said you needed space
Now I need to take my pictures of you
And scribble out your face

You’ll say that I’m a petty fool
You’ll say I’m immature
But you said it was over
And now I’m just making sure
And as soon as that guy from Craigslist comes
and takes away your couch, I’ll be sure

©2012 Paravonian