Promise me, you’ll stay
As you said, weaving your words
Within the empty space that was once
My dear little heart.
Promise me, you’ll hear my cries
Your words pierce something here,
Something near my right arm
It pumps, my blood. Your words still stinging.
Help. They are sharp.
Promise me, you’ll listen
Because I’ll open up this cavity for you to come and fix me.
You are my lover and you helped break
My porcelain cup of a heart.
Promise me, you’ll place my ribs back in place,
For we have erased my heart
And there is nothing here anymore
To fix this hollow, eerie space.
Promise me, you won’t stray away from me
Because you promised you’d dance with me
Dancing with death with my heart on a string
Violin singing as the song ends, once again.
