Bleeding Heart

A thousand stabbing wounds
You left in my bleeding heart
With those shards your threw
When you tossed at me the edged news
That you were in search of a new start
One where I’m not with you

So all we ever did, all we ever said
All your tenderness, all my fondness
It was all nothing more
Than an abstract picture
In the back of my mind
So my daydream has come to an end

Feel free to exit
While I get my first-aid kit
-Juliet Rivor © May 2017

A heartbreak so bad it makes you feel your heart is actually cracking inside. Good thing nothing lasts forever, and time mends all wounds… or so they say…

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