Apparently I'm just really good at being bitter. Or at least seeming that way.
black
at night
is the moon
with branches
over
its shining face.
black
is my heart
at midnight
when you
all thoughts
of love from me
erased.
black
shall soon
be your body
when the charred
ice
in your chest
is all that
remains.
black
is your demon
heart.
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