1/4/2021
Saturated feelings clogging the valves of my heart
they change its beat, make it dance a jolly foxtrot,
as it's pushing the bony jail bars of my ribcage
attempting to escape through my chest
and fall into your greedy arms.
If only hearts could ponder like minds do
mine would still be beating but, alas, not for you.
It crystallized in your frozen grasp, like hail that
melts into rainwater on warm hands.
Like a tender rose petal plucked by brutal fingers
thrown and stepped on, only the scarlet lingers.
Now I'm left with a cavity in the middle of my chest
and you wonder why I'm changed, cold, cruel and unfazed,
when you're the one who left me heartless.
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