You have my heart on a leash
while you drag it across the cement
watching it bleed out, watching you have control
I cry with content
My heart to you is on call
so at midnight the phone starts to ring
you call just to tease and manipulate
while I wish there was more than these awkward things
You have my heart tattooed
if only by your presence
scarred by what you've left and keep coming back to
while i allow you to ruin my essence
My heart to you is a canvas
you paint what you desire
and I am motionless
knowing it's your promises that make you a liar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem