What is love to the dead?
But a cold, dank, and
Desperate place.
Like the space between our
Hearts,
Where even light
Refuses to penetrate.
How could she ever love you
When pieces of her heart
Are strewn and scattered about
Listless,
Littering the trenches
Of past lovers.
~ His love for you, is as genuine as broken promises made during the heat of winter, when love was at a discount, and dick came cheap.
