Now it

makes it

easy to see

through you

and your

bleached

white

bones.


you gave

nothing

of the

heart,


so it

is only

fitting that

you should

have nothing

left in return,


you sat

in your

heartbreak

corner

throwing

deadeye

looks at

any potential

lover

who dared

to wander

your way.


and then

laughed

under your

hot burnt

breath that

nothing

was ever

going to

make you

bleed again.


and so you

will always

be looking

always be

wanting,

always carry

that bellyache

hunger that

burdens your

soul.


but only

hell will

give you

any salvation

from.


but once

I imagine

in God's sacred

place you were

a child and

your heart

was a garden,


and blue

was the

color of

my true

loves eyes.