Hurting

White bones and red blood.

Flowing from the 

inner heart

that silences itself 

because

there's nothing worse

than a self-broken heart

And the degerating art

of falling apart.

Hide the dark veils 

under an air of smarts.

Ignore the cutting stones

of cold -

the tense silence

is just an imaginary reliance

summoned from caring

too much for

an unrequited emotion

that should really disappear.