Black heart

My black heart turns
Into a heavy stone
Every time that you come back

Because you only came back
To tell me without mercy
That you moved on for good

So I soak my black heart
Into a sour mixture
Of bitterness and whiskey

And I watch it turning
Into a briefly numb
And peaceful red heart again.

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