Heart Attack
He took my heart in his hands.
That bloody mass of feelings
and vessels
was laid on the table before us.
Yes, I was forced to watch
as he pulled and pried at it,
ripping it to shreds
as "I love you's" and "I'm sorry's"
poured out onto the floor.
Till there was nothing left
but my hollow chest and
his satisfied smirk
And a puddle of crimson emotions
staining the rug.