Poems to Break Your Heart: Vol. 1

our fights.

And so my tears scar my heart,

scratched out in the nights uncried

and my heart shatters into parts,

again I lie down, wait to die.

The burden I laid on your shoulders

is not there justly, my love,

and as well as both of us know that,

kindness gets shot through, a dove

strewn dead on the ground,

my desire to bend you to wrath's

dominance keeps me down

and down I walk, down this path.

Right to hell. Headed down.

Tears uncried turn to chains.

Head under a thorned crown

bowed down still remains.

Where is the warmth?

Where is the me?

Where is the you?

Where are

you and

I?

When

they get

l o s t

like

that

I

just

want

to

die.