Love has never hurt a much
As it does now
Bandaged, yet bleeding, my heart
Lies torn
Dying in the palms of your hands
As you offer my love
Back to me, savagely rubbing
Your hatred in my face
My blossom wilts as our love
Decays
Nothing could be more opaque
And raw
As your heart is now.
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