there is room in my heart for you
you, who holds the one that loves you hostage
hostage to the pains and inflictions
of torture you hold in a silver blade
a silver blade composed of truth and lies
melded together in a beautiful engraving

we talked about angels falling
yet the next day you seemed to have forgotten
you threw your heart at the moon
and it landed in australia
you wouldn’t dare to tie it up in a bow
and give it to me in return for the
one wrapped in a present i gave you

it’s desperate and pathetic that my heart
still let’s you in despite the fact-
the fact that you eat hearts for breakfast
after impaling them with the
sharp wings on your eyelids
after telling them you love them
and then running back to your nightshade berry
after cutting the vein and running me dry
you still send surprises

there is room in my heart
but none left of my patience
your malice is too much
for a hazel in the summer