...Bleeding...Dying Poem by Liv Mealone

People come and go, in and out of our lives
Some ruthlessly hurt us and that gives us the drive to strive
Some push us up and we are able toclimb higher
Some pull us down and we are able to navigate a change of course.
Some keep us grounded so we'd know to slow down
Some challenge our minds so much so that light bulbs go off left and right
Some break our hearts, and if we're lucky, that can make us stronger.
Then there's that someone who comes into your life, and steals into your heart so unexpectedly
Leaving such a profound mark that there's just no getting over them when they leave
Forget about forgetting, you can barely move on from the memories of their presence
And the thought of letting them go becomes a physical pain that tears you to pieces,
As if someone has taken a knife and carved your heart out right before your eyes
So with the fury of a thousand suns, you fight tooth and nail to try to hold on to the tatters of the impossible until you find yourself on the ground
Your heart in your hands, ….barely beating, ….bleeding….. dying...
And still, foolishly you decide that his love and his touch
are all you need to heal your wounded soul
…and you wonder, "Where on earth can I go to find myself again? "