Pain at your Behest

I like this little things that flow and are written in 30 seconds. Perhaps it shows a lack of depth or just that I like to jest.

Broken bones attest,
My pain arrived at your behest,
But idle observers would not see,
My broken heart because of thee.

Malicious acts from hatred burns,
Turns on itself to make you squirm,
One day I think you'll feel regret,
But by then my dear I'll not forget.