Wounds like this never fade,
Once torn open,
They bleed like rivers,
A mix of blood and tears,
Shattered bones and broken dreams,
Woven tightly to coax the wound more,
My heart open to the elements,
It beats harder and faster in vain,
No wound like this closes,
It just widens and deepens,
A crevice in my world,
Never to be filled nor closed,
Wounds like this just fester and broil,
A grief pouring into your veins,
Choking your heart and soul,
You want to cure it?
Make it all better?
Never will it close.
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Blissful Incompetence
PoetryThis will be my poem dump. All my crappy poems and shitty thoughts all compressed into one place. Aren't you just so lucky to read them? For real though, most of this will be personal-esque poems and writings and most will probably be going over so...