My love, my heart -
Why have you forsaken me?
There is a bitter aftertaste
that covers my mouth in a musky glaze
as I swallowed your good bye and I spat out hate
in fervent hopes that it would dissipate
the pain that dripped from your tireless gaze,
yes, the one that tricked my heart to think
promises aren't made of stacks of cards.
Take my words, as you have all else.