I slowly cut my heart
on the edges of your hate
surrounded by lies,
unable to see through to the
all from you i wanted
was love and to be loved
but your cold eyes, i should have
seen from the start
only filled with anger, how did i possibly
think they could ever hold love?
now my heart is in bits and pieces,
in a pile on the floor,
i watch the pool of
blood on the floor,
as it pulses, wiggles, and
writes, i see the pieces of my heart
slowly form back together.
what is this? i ask myself
for i just don't understand.
who is helping my heart survive?
who is feeding it with there love..
..and why don't i know who they are?