Loving you was like getting shot in the heart,
Staying with you was like shoving the bullet back in once it's out,
No more bleeding, immense pain,
I think I needed to pry it out,
Let my heart bleed all over the floor,
Paint the tiles red till I can see no more,
Cleanse my body of poison, wring my heart dry,
I'll start anew when I come back alive.
3:42 am
17/2/24
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My Goddess (Poetry)
PoetryA collection of poems about doomed love and tragedies and longing
