My blood tastes like copper

Your blood tastes like copper coated lemons

Grown in an infested heart.

You.

Whose life is a broken record,

Playing the same sweet sonnet over and over and over, even

Shakespeare would weep for you.


My heart is a pendulum,

That swings open at the scent of love

But you.

Your heart is a soldier for your self-defeating thoughts,

To feel would be like

trying to scratch through ore with your fingernails.


For me, kindness is my ammunition

Without it, I’m weak

But to you.

Kindness is the mutated cousin of bitterness,

a foreign language you’ve not yet learnt to speak.


So while my heart hums along with the Universe’s old song,

Yours is wailing to breathe-


Because you, are so starved of love

you have forgotten how to eat.