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Broken Bleeding Heart
“You knew not which pain would be worse- you living with a bleeding broken heart, or not giving me the chance to heal it.” -me And I wore her woe like crimson stained smiles- o, how the skies miss their stars… (and I miss you). Drinking heartbreak like wine without romance, blooming ebony roses under the harvest moon. She gave caresses that blossomed into violet hyacinth, yet lent tears to the willow weeping. My throat still swallows all the -what ifs- my stomach still churns with all the -why mes- and… my marrow still aches when I remember her laugh. Like a pin prick to my heart, she bled me dry; bestowed a shattered heart longing to be whole. Her bones and ash rest in a velvet sealed satchel (buried beneath regret and shame) My balmy breath longs for her essence; eyes closed…hearts connected- until we meet again, sweet sister. and I love her- like fear loves adrenaline and I miss her- like Venus misses Mars and I need her- like air For she was the sangria in the eventide sunset, the tangerine during dawn’s early light; the angels danced the day she was born- and they wept as they greeted her home. yes sweet sister...until we meet again. Date written: July 16, 2019 For the contest, Writing Challenge 2, July 2019- Melancholy Sponsor, Dear Heart
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