You tore my heart into a million pieces,

it gathers dust beneath a grimy counter,

swept and un-cared for,

like me,

it wasn’t sympathy, it wasn’t empathy,

it was respect,

bursting from my gallons eyes,

fluidly rolling off the edge of our love,

boundless energy shooting through space,

defeating evil,

but those days are gone,

much like your elegancy,

destroyed forever,

until you see me,

it wasn’t love, it was convenient,

a black hole of desperate selfishness wrapped you up in a closet,

whilst I battled the broken pieces,

I battled the aching, burning, caring heart,

angels, aren’t real,

you’re the epiphany of the devil,

rolling round that sea of desire and greed,

waiting to pounce on your next victim,

it’s now cared for, and tended and loved,

self-compassion goes a long way.