You chip away, <br />At my heart. <br />It breaks, <br />Into two. <br />I cry, <br />And just want to die. <br />I wipe my tears away, <br />And run away. <br /> <br />My broken heart, <br />The one you broke, <br />Is dead, <br />And so am I. <br /> <br />You have killed me, <br />With words so strong. <br />I became weak, <br />And lost my will to live. <br />You thought wrong of me, <br />Seeing my body lay still. <br /> <br />I get up, <br />And take you down. <br />I punch, <br />Looking for blood. <br />I kick, <br />Trying to make the kill. <br />I break an arm, <br />A leg, <br />And a hand. <br /> <br />Blood is pooling, <br />I get up, <br />Wipe the blood away on me, <br />And leave. <br />I look behind once, <br />And see your dead, <br />But you're actually dead, <br />Unlike me...<br /><br />Dragon Crenshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dead-heart-3/
