Heart

He is a vampire,
not in the bloodsucking,
traditional sense of the word,
a wizard
eating your Heart out,
this beautiful empty.

The splatterings of scarlet
shimmer blood,
rip your Heart out
you don't need a Heart to live,
that organ
pumping,
pumping
blood,
sending it out,
taking it in,
is one heart,
made of striated muscle
expanding and contracting until
the end

But a Heart,
A Heart
is something people
draw,
with question mark reflecting
question mark
Filled with compassion, sympathy,
misguided gorgeous Feeling
like Love
with question after question
as it is extracted from within you
and you witness it pulsing,
glowing in his hand
as the knife slices it thin,
transparent slivers
that melt,
cotton candy,
on his tongue
and elegantly,
slowly,
excruciating,
the feeling
leaves you,
and you float
up
up
up
helium filled balloon
until you reach the stars