Left To Die

You put your hand into my chest,

And pulled my heart out,

Red, raw, bleeding, Still beating,

Then callously ripped it apart,

And left me to die.

But I did not die,

Although I wanted to,

Just to stop the pain.

Instead I took an artificial heart,

Cold and unfeeling.

One of the living dead,

Going through the motions,

Look into my eyes,

Unending nothingness,

The blackness of an eternity without love.

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Artiste Divine

You fashioned the being of my existence,

Sweet loving touch,

Artist's eye,

Sculpting, removing, replacing,

Kneading the clay of my soul,

Smoothing the unwanted from my mind,

Leaving behind,

Your work of art.

Created.

Completed.

And ready to be kiln dried

in the fires of hell,

As you left without a backward glance,

Your mind and heart already on

Your next act of passion.

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Cold Turkey

Promised I wouldn't write,

No contact we agreed.

Cold Turkey.

No ties.

Don't cry.

Words left unsaid

Questions unanswered

Thoughts unspoken

Not mine

This time

Images wrapped in my head

So much love

So much hate

So much pain

Never again.

My inexplicable dream

Unspoken fantasy

Torture to tease

It cannot be

Reality

Only here on the sheets

In the sheets l speak

Whisper

Soul Mate

Too late

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