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
2 responses to “Die. Dying. Dead”
Scary person…
A very scary person.
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