She was my shoulder,
I was her backup,
You were nothing!
You kicked me, now
You kick her, for what?
That’s not a solution.

It was not her fault
Nor yours,
Put that in my pocked.
Your head was like a pot on fire.
Her heart was happy as trees in spring.

I thought you flinged me,
She caught me with her palm.
My heart was swirling like a mud
Deposited in her heart.