Worse than Prometheus

Every day my heart gets torn from my chest

and I feel the empty pain

that goes with lacking feeling, lacking love,

lacking that person

who understands me through and through,

knows the ins and outs

of my pain and suffering, hopes and sorrows,

that one person

who brings out my best self, and I bring out hers,

but this life

is moving clouds and lightning in the skies,

and I don’t know

what I did to incur this punishment,

the destruction

of my heart and in turn, my mind,

so I lay here

on this cliff side, pondering fate,

and if

one more onlooker says there are other fish,

and if

one more onlooker says I’ll find someone,

I swear

I’ll switch places, and let their heart

be the one

that’s torn out over and over,

see if

their mouths are still full of platitudes,

meaningless

blabbering with no basis in reality.