I lie on the cold concrete,

but his soul was even colder.

He continued to walk along,

a girl's head on his shoulder.

Sadness and Anger stood next to me,

crying and yelling combined.

They glued me back together,

and said I needed to refine.

I nodded in agreement,

and they helped me on my feet.

I began to follow closely behind,

my man and his new attention freak.

They walked into the ice-cream shoppe,

and ordered the Sundae for Two.

That was our thing, you liar,

you said it was for only me and you.

Anger approached me alone this time,

a jar of tears in his hands from Sadness,

who had been left far behind in the street.

I looked back at her once more before taking the jar,

but she had fallen between two cars,

making her the peanut butter in a sandwich of lives.

The longing for revenge was all that was left,

broiling within my blood,

and I would soon take away from my man,

what he had taken from my eyes.