my heart

i drew my heart
pink
perfect
pulseless.

i took the black
and i held it to the side
of the heart.
of my
heart.

cross one,
pull it back,
zag two,
pull it back,
across and over
and across again.

it became beautiful
as it was shredded apart,
ripped at, torn.

who is facing?
to whom beheld?

i am my heart,
dead and faking,
you can be you, black to me,
ripping me apart.

who are you?
are you aware of what you've done,
what your doing?

who are you?
who are you?