Dead heart

I sleep between my sweetest love and my bitterest hate

Between my best luck and my illest fate.

I can't let you go

without scarring him so.

"I should stay," my mind insists

but the rest of me resists.

Once I left the world I knew,

Embracing one that’s full of you

But chip by chip and blow by blow

I lost the love I thought would grow

It’s not so fair to share your bed

When I know my heart is dead.

Hope you don’t notice the lack of fire

From cold, old embers of a lost desire.

Each drop you threw

Of your nasty brew

Dropped cold on me

Till there was none to see

Of the love for you

that once I knew.

Now you pour oils of warm love

Over and above me

To strike some flame—

A familiar game!

But my heart, though once alive

Can never get revived.

Yet I am here, even though I grieve

Simply ’cause I cannot leave

And rip the dear little one I have

That’s left for me to love.