Love is watching
someone dying,
Their bodies
slowly falling.

Your heart
an empty room,
Walls of red
dark like a tomb.

Your soul
cold like an empty bed,
Like the black hole
you trapped me in.

Your hands
uninviting,
Like i'm quarantined
even when we're not fighting.

Your eyes
piercing,
Like a thousand knives
going into my spine.

My brain,
ignores the pain.

But my once whole heart,
is falling apart.