Heart of Thorn

You are on the verge of breaking from the painful love you still hold,

the heart you are clutching are full of thorns.

You keep trying to open your chest, forcing that spiked heart to merge with your own.

I watch you bleed and cry in despair as you hold it tightly,

your hands worn and torn by its thorns.

Your weeping every night is a haunting melody I hate to hear,

and you keep muttering the name of your lost beloved angel.

You’ve written her name on bundles of paper soaked with your tears,

and I am here, ready to burn them for you.

I hate that I can’t pull you away as you cling to the past—

you grieve for her, while I am longing for you.