Brittle hands

I stomp out these ashes

that reside so cruel

inside my heart.

Throw flower petals in

your grave

asking God to forgive me

as I pray for him to

let me forgive you

for ripping me to shreds

I thread a needle

through my poetry

it falls apart at the seams

of your tainted love

My veins hold your blood

it stains my insides and I'm left

here holding your beating heart

in my brittle hands.