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...