Broken Heart Bleeding
I open my hands
And let my broken heart pieces spill.
They clatter to the floor
And cover your clean rug.
I’m sorry that my soul is bleeding.
Like silken scarves the blood runs
From my wrists and down my sides.
I’m sorry I thought this was the answer.
Weeks later and I’m still hiding the scars
But days go by and soon they’ll fade,
And he’ll never know.
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