Bleeding heart

Blue, for sadness

Red, for pain

Black, for the void

Grey, for the haze

These are the colours of the heart,

When it's been torn apart,

When you're left in the dark.

When the emptiness is plenty and it bursts at the seams.

When the colours of death come to life,

When the dull numbness is all you can feel,

When your own reality is genuinely surreal,

When all you see is black and grey,

When your heart is stained in black and blue

The red you feel sustains you.

When she leaves you alone, you respond in kind

Spite sustains the vibrant colours of the mind

The pain in the heart, shrouded in the shadow

Of the malice projected in the red of your eyes.

You break your back

to break her back

But out of hurt and not despise,

So you swallow back the violet pride,

and turn around to apologise..