I no longer have a heart.

Here on out,
I will write my own future.
Script my own part,
I won't fall in love again.,

No longer do I have a heart.

Yes,
There is a beating in my chest,
A cavity,
Filled will lost souls,
Longing,
Their tournament.
Fighting to get free,
Trapped,
From the poison, you willingly gave me.

A death sentence disguised as love,
I felt welcome presence,
Upon the edge of my poisened lip,
Where so many times you had placed a kiss.

A heart molded from glass,
Avoiding the poison,
Your presence,
Chipped,
Cracked,
Smash.
It shattered.

Blood, tears, welcomed death,
This unknown world,
So unkind,
Keeping tears for tomorrow.

Death would be to kind,
Often half the truth you gave,
Was mainly full of lies.

Yet as another tear escapes,
I will not cry.

I won't cry over you.

Not again.

Not this time.