I fell in love with a wooden man
with chipped edges, apathy and a cold rough hand.
His soul was hidden with a youthful boy,
so I frustratingly trampled his heart like a toy.
Fearing the empty, the nothing, the doubt;
it was when I left him, that his liquid poured out
....slowley tortured him as I lied,
cracked him and left him to die.
His roses wilted, his letters re-read,
his heart still beats in my tormented head.