That sinking feeling,

A black hole in the pit of your stomach

when you hurt someone you love.

It sinks,

It drags,

It rips you

The way it should.

Hearts thrown away like smoked joints

In front of a bloodthirsty collisseum crown

Always craving the drama and the demise,

And never the truth and love.

It is easier to break than it is to build

and easier to die than it is to live.