she

she thinks she was born

without a heart

or she might have

given it away

to the broken men she’s bedded

or the women she held

until they fell asleep.

she could have lost it to her father

who she never calls her father

or her mother who still does not

look her in the eye.

maybe she left it

in the childhood she never had -

somewhere far away

but her chest is empty.

the world tells her to find love

but it is not what she is looking for.

she likes passion and destruction

and beautiful storms

the mountains and the valleys

but never the ground.