The heart can be an eerie place;
A territory in which the mind refuses to visit alone.

Do not maintain a lengthy relationship,
Unless you’re willing to commit to forever.
Because when it ends...
Moving on is a dreadful process of starting over.

I’ve found a love -
A most wretched, horrid love -
That has carved its initials on my skin;
Made its mark
And poisoned the inner parts of my once pure heart.

If only I could bleed,
To drain this vile repository that is the core of me.