if there was a way to tell you
every moment, every memory
without you
only widens the hole,
the gap in my heart
but every second
every time
you were there
but could never really be
the blood only empties further
every beat,
my pulse,
empties me
further
every drop
spilling at your feet
but i've been stitched up
by an amazing doctor
a surgeon of love;
change
just when the stitches
are healed
they get ripped out
again
and again
by one fleeting
moment
but no moment
will erase all the ones
before and after
cardiac arrest
a new beginning
a sad ending
a twist of perspective
and growing apart
the seasons are changing
in my heart
Please tell me what you think
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just when the stitches
are healed
they get ripped out
again
in the end, it seems life in relationships get torn apart... every time you think things are fixed, think things are finally done with, the wound opens, or is opened again, and again.. .sometimes with a knife, or nails or simply wear and tear in the situation...
beautiful, such great imagry, i can see it in two ways- one as a literal and one in the aspect of what one would think the metaphores are meant to be representing.
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Without the scars, without the wounds; we would never know love, hope, change, or trust.
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