Hearts For The Heartless Poem by Bryan Alexander

do not call
do not write
You who would play my heart
like a broken violin
you who built me up to tare me down
you are my greatest sin

do not call
do not write
I wont give you the pleasure
of another sleepless night
tossing and turning
feeling like burning
I mistook your soul for treasure

(are those matches behind your back?)

do not call
do not write
you left me empty handed
though I submitted to your every whim
every wish your
childish heart commanded

do not call
do not write
you took my love for granted
stole my heart my soul my eyes
and left me in darkness stranded




(pull the knife from my back
give me back my dreams
the black diamonds around your eyes
pale and mischievous they gleam
Give back my love
heart still dripping
wet crimson tears
cut from the seams)