how’s all the love I spent?
would you have some to lend?
I saved the best of it
and gave you no less

collected every cent
to fill your heart’s content
but as it turned out rich
mine’s went in the red

heart spasmed out my ribs
lost some more pieces then
kind of like souvenirs,
the cracks that set in

so show me some decency
and spare me your charity
I’ve long grieved your fantasy
you’ve made a killing, let me be

© fragilemenace