Break My Heart by Eric Sparks

Fucking tear it apart, because
I stayed in Seattle last night and
heard five gunshots in the dark. And
I see the tall coke dealers with black hoodies;
they stand on street corners and double-dare me
to glance in their direction.

At a party last week, four drunk men
beat a random stranger to death;
read the story; this tragic murder
was practiced in the honor of chivalry.

Please take hold of my heart;
squeeze and don’t let go. I know
you feel the beating, forever there,
but slow.

Because my big friend went in today,
locked up behind steel bars; so I guess that means
the nickname Aids isn’t so funny anymore.
I hope he knows he has part of my soul,
more than my useless hopes and dreams.
He’ll experience more than love and hate; he’ll
see the real things in between. He’ll see more
than life can give and then he’ll see the true path of the dead.
And after those nights, there’s no going back;
Adrian, hold your head.

The world can have my heart;
fucking take it, I won’t make a sound.
But I don’t want that shit back again;
just leave it somewhere on the ground.