kickinglovers

amputate

I am of heartbreak,
blood red armies chokes in my veins
their tears barracade their routes,
the pumping! must stop.

Love loss
an amputated limb.
my finger, my leg.
A heart attack of feelings.

My love is displayed for all
to pick 'n' match
your own design
your cruel no feelings.

A worn red stain upon my wrist,
that grubby mark shall fade with time
to a dark red memory
only I can see.

O heart beats,
heartbeats.
No song today.
No rhythm to play.