The Closet

I am an invisible force taking hold of a human heart

Nothing anyone says or does can undue my grasp

I hold two hearts, one in each hand. Selfish aren't I?

While she stresses the loss of a man, I enjoy the pleasures of both

and although I half-heartedly have one, I don't mind sharing

I have no eyes in my sockets so I don't see her pain

I have no heart of my own to feel any pity

I have no ears to hear my conscience speak

I have no mind to think things through clearly

I lack flesh, thoughts, and emotions

All I have are bones

Im a skeleton in the closet

and thats all she will ever know