this is a poem i wrote a pretty long time ago but i dont think i ever showed it anywhere
broken hearts do not grow fonder.
they are deep black holes and i ponder
if every piece of me is taken away
will i die or will i stay the same?
for i have been living with missing parts
and nothing has happened,
besides for my ug1y, ug1y soul
which stopped being warm a little while ago
and a little turned into half a decade ago
but if i can hang on just a little more
so i dont die in this house that is so cold
so cold. so empty. but it is full
it is full with all the passion its taken from me
and it is empty, from the coldness ive taken from it
im now only but cold and im scared
im scared that i will never be warm

and hauntingly beautiful