'heart Torn In Half' - An Almost Shape Poem

*************************************************** I spent 4 hours writing this on Saturday and guess what?? It's too large for the submission page! So the poem is below and the picture is what it is supposed to look like. Sorry, hope you still enjoy it :) **************************************************** deep scars from a war not yet won- never aligned to anyone; for you are the depth to my end, I’ve come undone, forgive me for all I’ve done free me from pain if you dare to guess why my stress is up, and joy is less- tears shed for a woman who mourns, she scorns yet adorns in an ivory dress leave me to wither in a field of death, for I’ve been beaten by hand and breath you cut me apart because you made me whole, stole my soul for ebon coal thoughts fade into a heart broken much said with words unspoken I shall remember our sweet words so tender; the last day of december ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ deep scars from wounds that were never meant to heal, with urges to steal what does not appeal; I feel heat in pain when winter ascends, and all the bitterness apprehends; o, tell me, how long until this broken heart mends- once we held hands as friends at a time when only love transcends self-pity became my innate disease, fearing that this shadow cast won’t cease- so I fall onto my knees, (beg) PLEASE! throw my tissues to weeping trees… I love you more than you remember- my heart torn in half thinking about the words so tender… on that last day of december September 3, 2019 -luloo