Sublime

You have an empty vessel
Neglected and worn through
It cannot hold water
It cannot be refilled
You have a broken heart
With missing shards
Stuck in every hand that hurt you
Stuck even in your own
You have a gaping wound
Rotten and as old as you
That vices cannot numb
That lovers cannot sew
You have this mess before you
It’s all here on the floor
If

Just to be clear
I don’t want to get out
without a broken heart.
I intend to leave this life
so shattered
there better be a thousand separate heavens
for all of my separate parts