Cold.

I used to have a big heart.
Drip.
Drip.
Was the sound of blood, falling from my heart.
With every lie she told,
With every bye we said,
The enormous heart shrunk.
Hard to believe,
But I once showed emotions.

I used to be a sweet heart.
Cracky. Crack.
The sound of particles scraping off my heart.
With every pretense,
With every mind fuckery,
The big heart shed.

I feel sorry for the next girl,
Hope she’s good with tool boxes and screws.

I used to be selfless,
Wanting to treat you better,
But every time you messed with my head,
A portion of my heart got skinned away.
Every time you stood me up,
More drip,
Drip.
Gush out my bruised heart.

I used to be romantic,
Now, I’m just hoe-man-tic.

When chivalry lived and intentions were clear,
Heart of mine used to care.

It would be different this time, I say.
Be real for once just as I am real, I pray.

It doesn’t fail.

2A.M, I went trusting again.
There goes my heart, bleeding again.