Pierced through the heart,
it bleeds for his love.
Dripping and torn
it is squeezed maliciously
by him.
He who takes my nights and
spins them into
fantasy and illusion.
He who I see no more.
My love,
my life,
my pierced heart.
My dreams are blown
away like dust
when he is not around.
He walks in the shadows
of my mind;
surfacing in my nightmares,
living in my dreams.
My love,
my life,
my death.
Karina Margaretta Dibble