Rescue Me
My heart's broken,
and so it rots;
The flesh is worn,
and torn in spots,
Ripped right open,
but still not dead,
Just testing for
thoughts in my head.
Now, harshly so,
I must conclude,
That you can't feel
the way I do;
But It's okay,
I know that now,
You're just another
in the crowd.
And even though
it hurts to see
The memories
of you and me,
I must live on happily,
Without any rescuing.
Copyright © Bo Vigoren | Year Posted 2016
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