If your hand could reach inside my heart,

What would you do with it?

Would you handle it with care and love,

Reading and listening to the words and Feelings it bleeds over your hand?

Of course you wouldn’t

You would tear at it,

Dig your nails into it and rip the tissue apart

In search of what lays inside it

But there is nothing,

Nothing in my heart,

Nothing for you

I emptied it all on someone else,

Someone just like you,

Someone who tore it apart the first time

My heart once bled for her

It doesn’t bleed for you

It bled _on_ you when you destroyed it for the last time

My heart doesn’t bleed for you

You undid the repairs I made

When it once bled for her