The Assassination of My Heart

The Assassination of My Heart

You kissed my lips, then drew the knife,

a silent killer cloaked in light.

I never saw the twist begin,

just felt the breaking from within—

a crime so cruel, so clean, so swift,

my love erased without a rift.

You left no blood, no shattered glass,

just echoes where your laughter passed.

Your whispers burned, your hands betrayed,

and in their warmth, my heart was slayed.

Not with a shot, nor with a blade,

but with the love you let decay.

And though the world will never know,

no trial calls, no gavel falls,

the wind still hums a quiet woe,

a requiem inside these walls.

For love that lived and died in vain,

a ghost that lingers in my veins.