Heartless

I wear my heart on my sleeve, figuratively and literally
An image black and gray, a rose wrapped in thorns, bleeding
It's core still holds an ember... I'd like to think that it is love
But I imagine it to be a fire... not this thing that is withered
That is rotten, a stench so fetid
But a force that should be unwaning
Unlike this slowly fading picture
A departure, as the ink breaks down

And what will be left?
A pain without a mark
One without a heart
Can such a thing exist?
What happens to the memories
Once it has been is stolen away...
Once it has been lost
Once the whole has a hole

Can a Nobody be reformed?
Can it exist without a vital's function
Is it really a something at all
An existence without a purpose
No longing desire
A body holding no function
A No incarnate
A nothing
Without a heart
Will I have become Heartless..?

I still see the way her smile lit my whole world
It was piercing
Just like the light that passes through my chest to this day
I long to be touched in such a way
I beg and I plead
Take this hole away
So I can be whole

Can a Nobody be reformed?
Can it exist without a vital's function
Is it really a something at all
An existence without a purpose
No longing desire
A body holding no function
A No incarnate
A nothing
Without a heart
Will I have become Heartless..?

No... This is not my ideal life
This is not what I choose to do this time
I refuse to buckle under this fucking bane
And know that I hate cursing in my art
But I am not above using it as emphasis
Of just how god damn serious I am
When I say I will not give
I will not fucking give

I still hold love as sacred
As this beautiful thing
A longing
Something hand made
I will paint my heart
On the opposite sleeve
Time will wear the former
To Nothing
The ink breaks down
But my minds image of it
Will remain

I'm going to place a smile on your face
The feeling I give you will transcend time and space
Lost forever in a moment, lips locked tightly in a kiss
Caressing and cared for, we will burn in passion together
Our bodies tightly intertwined, a soulbond forming
I will take you in like fine literature, darling, I will make us Poetry
We will be licked of fire, flesh from bone, cauterized, reborn of Mortar
And Stone
Shed the former weaker form
And be made to last
We will form a bond  to weather any weather
Brave the truest of storms
Taking a chance, for we are lovers
And our hearts will be touched Forever

And though I've been split in two
I retain enough of me to find the other piece
To find my missing peace
And know it does not rely solely on another
I must learn how to have a heart for myself
How could I give what I don't have
I've felt so lost, but I will find my way
 I will not remain Heartless to myself
Not another day