Makes it
easy to see
through you
and your
bleached
white
bones.
you gave
nothing
of the
heart,
so it
is only
fitting that
you should
have nothing
left in return,
you sat
in your
heart break
corner
throwing
dead eye
looks at
any lover
who dared
your way,
and then
laughed
under your
hot burnt
breath that
nothing
was ever
going to
make you
bleed again.
and so you
will always
be looking
always be
wanting,
but only
hell will
give you
any salvation.
but once
you were
a child and
your heart
was a garden,
and blue
was the
color of
my true
loves eyes.