1.7

You pick the pieces 

out of my heart 

And throw them away 

without a second thought 

I drink of romance 

Carrying me today

for your smile

faked as a common 

manipulation 

To my own brain.

Head to Toe

reeking of stench 

made by my mistakes,

A love breeds like roaches 

in the dark 

where no sound can escape. 

cry for help is lost. 

Groves cover empty space.

No one should leave

innocent hearts there 

like i did.