She lacks empathy
nor sympathy
for my broken heart
her feelings for me
is still empty
She wouldn't mind
if I feel some hostility.
She looks hospitable
but hides a
sympathetic aggression
showing a fake care
showing a fake heed
Diving in the depths
of the abyss of your heart
expecting something
to be intimidating
As scary as loving,
as suspenseful as fearing
Even if you'll never know
if you'll succeed.
You continue in gambling.
My heartbeat is slowing,
my system is failing
My body is falling
in the abyss of your charm.
My sorrow is ending
my feelings are mending
without expecting
any harm.
