Not even writing could pull this heart together again

This emptyness won´t allow me to see past this clouds of fear, of anger

Faith in hope is all lost, not belonging, there’s only rust.

Tired, vanishing within these walls hides the growing question of solitude

Rename, reappear, reset, another heart and it shall bring no regrets

I can feel it in my bones, this rusting heart that simply no longer grows

It’s stuck, poisoned in memories of what could have been, what he had seen

Fear to feel that for one fight, he faced his fragile fabric of fantasies fading from himself.

Madness muttering mostly merciful and painful memoirs of that month he met the perfect other for his match.

Trying to feel the true touch of her toxic naked body trying to tempt him, talking to him through the tameless tales in her skin.

Though not even writing could pull this heart together again.