When, My Heart Barely Beats Poem by Mark Heathcote

Dry as my tear ducts, you’ve hurt me.
You may have not meant to
But my hearts been fused right through
I’m here, your still here to
But what can I do
To turn back on these lights
When, my heart barely beats for you…
When, my heart barely beats for you…
When, my heart barely beats for you…
I swear, where I was once warm,
I’ve become cold, like a graveyard worm.
Dry as my tear ducts, you’ve hurt me.
What am I supposed to do?
Can someone make me warm, happy again.
I’m here, your still here to
But what can I do
To turn back on these lights
On these cold, distant black nights.