The Heart
My heart is whole,
Full of blood,
Pumping relentless through the veins.
I stare across the table
And look directly, unflinchingly, into your eyes.
You quiver and shiver and shudder then freeze,
As I smile a toothy grin
And stare turns to glare.
You try to pretend that you don’t care,
But your heart too is whole,
Full of blood,
And your blood too pumps relentless through those veins.
Just because you pretend your empty,
Doesn’t mean it is true
And when that façade is taken away
With this simple grinning stare,
Glare,
That infiltrates your vision
And targets your heart,
From my heart to yours
A message is sent
And I know it is received,
As your heart empties,
Loosing blood,
Pumping relentless away from your heart,
It floods down your white, white cheeks,
They turn rosy,
You die with guilt visible in your bloody tears.
A mess slumped across the table with rosy cheeks,
And an empty heart.
But my heart is whole,
Full of blood
And it pumps relentless through the veins,
Pumps relentless
Through the veins,
This heart that still beats.
