His heart bleeds,
there's a tiny hole in it,
she drilled it,
she stole his whole away,
she stole his all,
as he  had stolen hers,
with a crystal bit she twisted it,
it sparkled in the streetlight,
she could smell the burning at every the twist of the bit,
like hair burning,
as the bit took on the role of diathermy,
she didn't make a mess,
it was cold outside,
inside his errant heart just dripped,
feeling the heat,
but,
silently internally,
her one true love died.
(C) Livvi