I am but a maimed heart.
I got mauled, and was
left unheeded
to fester into flashbacks.
I could still pump love
for you. It clots sometimes, on
the way to reach you,
and it chokes me,
but I do what a heart does best,
try everything not
to disappoint.
I'm not a storm anymore.
There has always been room
for spring in me.
His death drowned me in black,
but I forgave him and myself,
and loved you.
