sweet tart's blog: "Just some stuff I write..."

The wound

 You hold my heart exposed, as I tense,

I am prepared for the salt to burn.

Clenching my teeth, holding my breath,

Knowing one day I WILL NOT yearn.

Coldness will take over my wounded heart.

That's exactly what I desire!

Finally feeling my soft heart harden.

No more fuel to add to my fire.

Wrapping myself in that coldness.

Pleased my heart will no longer ache.

Lips curl in a twisted, evil grin...

It will only be my shell YOU break.