Her!

The next poem requires a foreword because it is completely unlike any other I've written, focused on an ex of mine. This poem has a Nine Inch Nails Pretty Hate Machine feel to it and indeed has a tone & tune derivative of that music group. I released all of my bitterness, hurt, and anger onto the page and since then...all has been sunshine and happiness. But a warning...these words and ideas below are stark; words that are like rusty-razored claws, so they may disturb you and I pray you won't judge me personally by them. I should add that she never has nor ever will read this poem -- I was hurt but I'm not cruel. On a final note...I will never write a poem in such anger again...

Her.
(For she will never read these words and be a "You")
Her love no longer sits with me, I'm just another toy.
She.
Used to run to me and I was her source of joy.
Love.
Was just my weakness, the tool she used to reel me in.
My heart still can love in innocence, but never her again.
She.
Caused me to care and lied to me, slap my face and kick my heart.
Why.
Did she have to be so cruel with kindness tear me straight apart?
Her.
Her heart will shred itself in time as she realizes her loss.
Tough.
Too bad for her, how could she think there'd be no cost?
She.
Made promises to me of body, soul, fidelity and then...
Lies.
Betrayal of the cruelest kind as others filled our bed
   her heart
     her mind.
How.
Could she think it wasn't wrong and still does not regret.
But.
She did it all still speaking love for me may the words die on her lips.
She.
Will never faithful be again and those with her will never either be.
Cursed.
She is cursed by me to only be with any such as herself.
Now.
I sit writing here releasing my rage onto the page so that...
I.
Can love another again and never feel the anguished hurt of the loss of.
Her.