What is it like to look in a mirror
And look at that person who stares back
And like them
What is that like
But that person knows nothing is theirs
They hold their chest and feel
Nothing
Not even a broken heartbeat
To know their love is not theirs
But listen to gentle words
My love
They know they've ripped their heart out
And shattered it
Giving a piece to every person they meet
What love can you have for yourself
When you're just a walking corpse