Ache

Like a boxer who has been punched once too many,
I stumble back on my words and retreat away
to find myself some self preservation.
You dismembered my innocence and my love,
and left me with only hatred and spite.
There isn't much left to preserve of me,
just the embittered and shrivelled lump of flesh
that I used to call my heart.
But I wish you could rid me of my misery
and just kill me first before you go and
break my heart again.