Heartbroken

      

 

     Your heart is a mess

          …literally.

 

     It’s splayed on the floor,

       In chunks

        And in pieces

 

 

    Blood flowing in floods,

             Staining white carpet floors,

         

      Your heart’s been split open,

       For everyone to see,

         There will be no more secrets,

      You can keep from me.

 

      Your blood flows in rivers,

        Staining my hands

       

    Your death a reminder,

    Of how you’ve been bad.

      

 

When I go to hell,

   I hope you remember

 

 

 You broke my heart

             So I broke yours.

    

Author's Note

Love is war, after all

Reviews

[Teeya]

Talk about loving to death...whew!!! You literally broke his heart!!! This piece was written with an oh-so painful ink...I can see the heart splitting but more than that, I can see the love/hate for the intended from you. The images in this write are very visual and the pain and intent is very apparent. Very well written and point clearly taken...Do Not play with your heart!!!!