everyone has a heart
and someone special inside it
but I am not the one
inside her heart
instead of blood
regret flows through mine
but my heart still filled
with her
not like blood
but like a clot
which builds up
even though it hurts
I refuse to see the doctor
self medications
won’t work
as my heart still longs for her
and refuses to mend
for many years these clots have grew
now all over my heart
in every artery and vien
waiting for one day
to give me one big final
heartache