• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 12

Loop hole hearted

He had a black leather heart, he’d said
and I had promised him I could change that
believing in myself it was true.

We played the emotional strip poker of life
and I thought I was winning
but his hand was stronger.

For every item dropped
he had another reason to hide himself
until I laid bare and broken.

I don’t know which way to turn anymore
when he tells me he still loves me
cross stitch my heart and hope to die.