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.