You said I seem to lack a heart.
Had one but it fell apart.
It's been like that now for ages -
Alive only in diary pages.
The very heart you used to mistreat
Is but splinters at my feet
Burnt up by crushes and crashes
Into a sorry pile of ashes.
Heart on the sleeve, so starry-eyed
Left on the edge of suicide
Harboring a longing left yet unfed
Won't rest in peace. Un-dead.
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