curl and open, touch me soft
shiver, shudder, sigh-I’m lost
molten heart, once frozen stone
give the muscle to the bone
let me writhe and feel my pain
on my hands you’ll find a stain
(it saddens me to think it so
but it’s the truth, or so I know)
bleeding flower, petal-ink
that drips into the quiet sink
like tears of falling silent words
cut my being into thirds
spirit, body, and the mind
seem as one, yet uncombined
oil and water, what are seen
something else must hide between
see my thoughts upon my face
not that I crave your embrace
empty arms and empty heart
woven tight and torn apart

you should’ve known, love, should have known-
this proves the fault was all your own.
how could I know? I’ve not been shown
how to make hearts out of stone.