No heart to care
No brain to think
No eyes to see
No lungs to breathe
No skin to pierce
No nails to paint
No tongue to talk
No tissue to tear
No ears to hear
No nose to smell
Plenty of bones to break
What am I you ask?
I am the skeleton of who you once called you love.
Stacey Stevens
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/skeleton-of-your-love/
