Die. Dying. Dead


I wrote words for you

Silent on a journey with an unknown destination

Descriptions of my love for you slowly dripped with blood as I felt my heart die

I felt the wind brush pass as my heart fell from my chest

I wasn’t your catchYou watched as I grasped at my chest

Poured pain from my eyes

Your lies tore into me

Ripped pieces of me that I had left

I cherished me and I decided to share with you the love stored in me

Poured a glass that was tall but empty

Dehydrated everything that nourished me

Should I call this love

Or an unselfish act

Or do I fall to my knees from my own ignorance of not stepping back

Drained stocks into folded hands of a energetically draining device

A heart with hollow eyes and no soul in his chest

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Shan Bae

Shan is a poet, graphic designer, and natural jewelry designer. I am open to connect and network with people who are interested in working with me. I would love to collaborate with others on writing or guest blogging. You are always welcome to send me a love letter on my blog to reach me as well. Send inquiries to: contact@shanbae.com

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