Purge Poem by Genesis Bernaldez

You see, it's not your heart that bleeds but my hands..
I am holding your heart firmly,
though it is covered with thorns...

Your words that hasten my heartbeat
With each beat increases to climax,
It hurts as it pumps...

Doing things we don't want,
Liking things because we must,
Who says sacrifices feel good?

We keep telling them who they are
We keep asking ourselves who we are
We sacrifice just to hear the words we are longing to hear...