No heart

Hurtful words aimed at you,
i know exactly what i would do.
Yet you seem to rise above it all,
although i know he makes your skin crawl.
What an evil cunning man,
he twists the truth whenever he can.
I hope he reads these words i write,
he is nothing but a shite.
You are mine and i am yours,
for us are opening new doors.
And soon we will be free of him,
then you can rejoin your favourite gym.
I will go along with you,
its something i would like to do.
And when i write i write from my heart,
i copy no one elses art.
Not like him he cannot say,
he has no heart.
Not for you anyway.