I’d
Write you into my bruised heart,
where I can keep you
and remember all of the pain -
every single piece of hurt,
each droplet of blood…
They looked like flower petals on the ground.
And your feet
would always trample them
crush them
desecrate them
dirty their innocence.
And your pretty pink lips would always tell me
you hate me
you hate me
you hate me
you hate me.
I’d
Write you into my
heart.
Scarred wounded bleeding heart.
So that I can remember
our twisted love story
as I die slowly.
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