No Heart

No Heart
By Rima Muryantina

Some people say I have no heart,
Because when the black lies start,
I will throw away my forgiving part,

When the black lies arrive,
I will play cold and dive,
Leaving the unforgivables to strive.

"Do they have hearts?" I never ask,
"What about our friendship?" I never ask,
"What about my trust?" I never ask,
"What about being nice to me a little bit?" I never ask,
"What about being PURELY nice to me even just once?" I never ask,
"What about my loneliness?" I never ask.

"What about telling me the truth when I'm wrong?" I always ask.

So now why you ask me, "Where is your heart?"

"Gone," I said. "You killed her."