OPEN WOUNDS
My heart is mended, it may be whole again
yet your name clings to the walls as blood does to vein.
And I am once again incomplete; a hide and seek game.
Though I may be unbroken the scars still remain -
strewn across my ventricles like a fantastical web of pain.
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Dulcet Musings of a Restless Mind
PoetryThese violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die like fire and powder; which, as they kiss, consume. A compilation of my violent delights as a teenager. I otherwise like to refer to it as poetry - scattered words on a page, seeming...
