With surgical precision
You perfected the incision
Of that poison-tipped tongue,
Like a dart.

My crippling indecision
Was slashed with cold derision,
Till self-belief was wrung
From my heart.

Don't cry, this kiss is a kiss goodbye.
Don't cling, it's time to part.
Don't look at me nor ask me why
I've taken back my heart.

No questioning, no pleading;
No door remains ajar.
No doubt your heart is bleeding
Now, and wounds of love will scar.

Don't hope to ever turn back time,
Nor resurrect the flame
Of what became a pantomime
Of love, in all but name.

Touch me,
it doesn't matter where
and it doesnt matter how
I need to know I'm still alive
so someone touch me now
Shake my hand and say hello
or pat me on the back
kiss me on the cheek
that I may feel this sense I lack
slap my face and pull my hair
make me bleed I just don't care
dig your nails into my skin
so I can feed this need within
I've been numb for such a time
that even pain would be sublime
so touch me, touch me now
I don't care where, I don't care how

Love *****
it's like AIDS for your emotions
like a special drawn up poison potion
how can such a small thing cause so much
commotion
so much destruction
so much pain
breaking down your emotional defenses
like **** for the heart
never leaving you the same
just torn apart
giving you ups and downs
smiles and frowns
your addicted
even though it's bad
something that makes you happy
and horribly sad
then you have withdraw
so you put up this wall
this sense of security
cause one gives their all
just to fall
you believe in something so fake
so unreal
to the point your numb
and can't feel
crying over it
while they forget it
you feel lost
and the cost
was a broken heart
cause you wore your heart on your sleeve
and it got walked on
and stomped on
so now you just try to recover
and get yourself together
putting the pieces together
hoping it will get better
but a broken heart will always need fixing
and there will always be a few pieces missing
so I know how you feel
so here is my token
this was written for you the heart broken

The way you hold me close
a star bursting
in the middle of the night -

nobody even knows it is there
until it is gone.
Until it destroys itself
in white hot
all consuming
flame

that no one even notices.
No one misses the tiny little star
that just sparkled a little bit -
no name
no face
no pattern
just it’s own little sparkle.

And now it is gone.
Now it has destroyed
the world around it
and continues to destroy
everything it touches -
a black hole
endlessly deep
and endlessly selfish.

You kiss my forehead.
You really shouldn’t -
but you’re already ****** in.