Astrid Garcia

Bitter

Foreign blood seeps through these veins

Foreign feelings run through this brain 

A heart forever marked, bitter and broken 

A heart thrown away, a worthless token

Of ruined dreams and endless cries

Of broken promises and sleepless nighs 

Tears that never meant a thing

Tears that nothing did they bring

A stranger in this body, full and tired

A stranger in the mirror, cracked is that liar