Mr. Heartbreak, you knock again,
same cracked smile, same burnt-end gin.
I left the porch-light burning low,
still you stroll in, dust and snow.
Told my heart “he’s banned for life,”
but it melts beneath your knife.
One kiss, two lies, three a.m.—
I’m stitching seams with broken pen.
Go haunt the girl who don’t know your name;
I’ve paid the rent on all your shame.
Mr. Heartbreak, close the door—
my pulse ain’t yours to borrow anymore.