Heart Bleed
y heart bleeds just as yours
..a momentous occasion must have made it start
...once it starts there’s nothing one can do...
an altered perception of what is and what should be,
almost entrancing how well it fits the situation...
...an alluring smell that bring fragmented memories
back from... something that should have been long gone...
...the thought or smell that brings back the pain and sorrow
of the days before... time passed but time holds no value
within the aspect of a bleeding heart...
Faltered are these words in which i speak, faltered in the aspect
that they mean little to me and to those who read them...
...little to the very existence of my being... yet they express
my being, no one else... for once i can say something
is mine... MINE...
forever and never will it be forsaken... suicidal incidents,
preceded by the coincidental contemplation of metaphors
brought about by psychologists... what do they know...
nay, never have i thought to suicide... tis something
that outweighs all else... life holds too much value to
toss about in such an action as to sell it away to the highest
bidder...
...or to give it freely forsaking yourself...
Live to live... be to be...
earth to earth, dust to dust...
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