There’s a tear in my heart
where your lies left a mark
now the burning pain
escapes from the wounds.

Like a monster in the depth
of night its left salivating
waiting like a wolf in
the dark, hunting in the
shadows.

Love struggles to win,
thorny roots choke and
smoother, like a fragile
porcelain heart it crumbles
and falls apart under
the pressure.

Through the gaping wounds
comes memories of you,
it hurts, it burns,
it dies a long with your
lies.

Like vultures they come
they lick at their lips,
they sniff and scratch,
leaving nothing but pain,
damage and decay.

Love struggles to win,
digging deeper and deeper
down into the ether of
wade.

Slowly it fades, nothing but
shallow pain scratching my head
eating my heart leaving me
to die and falling apart.

Such a fragile heart, beats
slower and slower, aching for
departure of the suffering
you deployed.

You owe me love and support.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton