Torn

Those wounds,
deep in my chest,
ripped open
once again.
Fresh blood
drains from my
heart and
stains my
pale, white skin.
I'd give
anything to
have a hell hound
rip me inside
instead of
your words,
your lack of trust
in me.
I'd burn
in the fires of
the sun
before I'd
let your
words scald me
once again.
My heart
no longer feels
emotion,
nor do I.
You took away
my will
to love
again, and now
you must
keep your
promises to me
as I have
for you.
It is time you made
a decision.
Love me
or hate me. It is
your
choice.

23/01/2010