Date: 22-06-2016
Bruises and Boons
I never would have thought he'd have me
I never would have believed he'd hurt me
To say yes, to accept my heart
That he'd shout and beat what's left
But he's here
In front of me
With a smile on his face
My bleeding heart in his hands
And I can't help but pinch myself
And want to close the gushing wounds
For is this a boon? A dream come true?
Or the splitting open of a new bruise?
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Poetry/twenty sixteen : a poetry collection/ A poem, a day. Can't be that hard, right? One of my New Year's Resolutions this year is get back into poetry and explore new styles. This is my attempt at doing just that. This collection will be a mixture of d...
