Whore Heart

You ruled her
With an iron fist,
Mind through mind.
You crushed her heart
And now it only feebly beats.

It daren't beat stronger
In case it fails.
It doesn't want to let her down
The way she let it down,
Finding love in all the wrong places:
Deceiving love, conceited love,
Diseased love, falsified love.
But she had a whore for a heart,
One that would dance for any
Sob-story that came her way:
Renting out her emotions
And ears
For all who needed them.

Yet what did she get?

Their fake emotions leaving real marks,
Like the scars upon her skin.
And in her chest, somewhere,
Those emotions became true.
She felt you where there was nothing to feel.

She never learned,
She couldn't mend her ways.
Some said she was stupid,

She said it was just compassion.