Harbinger of Haggis

Harriet, Harr-i-et
Hard-hearted harbinger of haggis.
Beautiful. Bemused. Bellicose butcher.
Untrusting. Unknowing. Unlov-ed.

He wants you back, he screamed in the night air like a fireman going to a window that has no fire. Except the passion of his heart.

I am lonely. It's really hard. This poem ... sucks.
-Mike Myers