when he broke my heart
I thought that it would
bleed velvet rose petals
and beautiful symphonies
and sunlit dreams.
but all that poured out
from me were muddy lies
and acid tears, and
monstrous nightmares.
all the **** he’d poisoned
into me for years
spilled from the cracks of
my broken heart, and as
I clasped that tired *****
in my trembling hands
I felt its strong beat for the
first time in a long time.