You are our new favorite swear word.
Noun: A tool.

They have stopped existing in shades of Lavender - hearts don’t get sent anymore.

And no one wants to read a love poem.

Or see a Colored Girl’s Rainbow bowed broken
beneath the weight of the egotistic.
The simplistic.

Residing in kingdoms of accusation
heartbreaks - a spectrum of Mauve. But they don't send hearts - anymore.

It's a hashtag - an anniversary. Let
them right it - your tombstone: Hear lies

a label maker - Heartless
promise breaker - Liar who lay in wait
bruise colored suicide, bombing hope - wrapped up in hate. Rumor has it, we don't send hearts anymore.

Or scream. Or speak. Blocked

your throat – and ceased to exist.

and no matter how much we beg, do not feed the lion.
You only accept amethyst stained hearts anyway.