So I let the ink spill from my chest
as if there was never a heart there
to begin with
just streams of poetry
flowing through bursting veins
If my heart never existed
it was never broken
in the first place
So lets pretend
my mother never heard
my heartbeat
that my father didn't spend
my childhood teaching me
the scariest monsters in this world
were never after my blood
they were after the pounding
piece inside of my rib cage
but its just a hallowed out cavity
nothing resides there
it was only ever a black hole
swirling vortex
******* up all people had to pour into it
never spits it back out
just disappears
So let the ink pour from my chest
I'll write you another lovesick memory
play pretend, splash around before if dries
so I track it with me everywhere I go
If my heart never existed
it was never broken in the first place