My poems are my soul

My utter core

I've torn out my heart to write them

Immortalizing the words etched in my heart

With the blood that seeps from it

From the part of me that guides my life

My heart

My slowly dying heart

My cold, lonely, dying heart

That you broke

With the words you said

That keep replaying over and over in my mind

Never resting

Constantly swirling around in my head

Driving me insane

Puncturing my heart again and again

With each hellish spin they take

Until it stops beating

And my blood is gone

Flowing from the wounds you made

With the words you said

And then my poems

Will be

No more