The heart is shriveled
Its roots had long been neglected
Its tendrils of love curl up, afraid to stretch out
in case they snap
With each stab
it shrinks further into oblivion
With each cut
it dries out, no tears left for it to cry
It's tears had been stolen long ago
Long ago had been a happy time for the heart
It was blooming
It was beautiful
It was love
But before love can heal, it can ****
For the heart, love killed it
Love made it starve
Love made it mutilate
Love made it scream into the abyss
Words of sorrow
Words of disbelief
Words of death
The heart had been strangled
It had been beaten
It had been discarded
And now, it was safe to say
It was broken