i feel pain in my chest whenever i see you
like my heartstrings decide to rip apart at your presence
with tendrils still dripping with blood
with veins turning grey and limp
and cavities eating away the muscle
it's slowly rotting from being apart from you
and yet you don't notice my bleeding heart
because you're too preoccupied with your own
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA collection of poems on the journey of life, love, and heartbreak. [COMPLETED]
