My Scarlet Torniquet. Poem by Cupid Missed
My Scarlet Torniquet.
The scarf that once caressed her neck,
digs its silk into my arm,
it is i who cut you,
it is i who feels the pain.
The thief who robs worldly things,
can not begin to see,
the beating heart, my every thought,
which the world took from me.
I loved you enough to walk away from you,
The grief and pain made the needle,
i infuse myself with you,
and let your pain burn through me.
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