It’s a tough loss one that exhausts,
My broken heart spouting black smoke like an exhaust. my heart I had toughened is the same heart she made soft. weak for her only, how did she pull that off. More than just lonely I question my resolve. a turmoil so thick how could it be resolved? I shed my skin, more like she ripped it off. I’m left with no skin and a heart ever soft. My back bone grows brittle I fear it will dissolve. Spewing emotions my soft bleeding heart, I must turn it off.