his betrayal left her heartstrings awry
dangling like shreds of fading intimacy
caged inside structures of pain and anguish;
every night she would let him paint pictures on her skin,
to remind her that she was his and vice versa;
the black and blue reminded her of nights with him;
her rose-thorned walls outgrew the weeds
and molded into an indestructible fortress
in which the red seeps through the cracks sometimes
but only when she loves
for she had a bleeding heart
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Arsonist's Lullabye
PoetryShe was not meant to fall in love with a mortal. [COMPLETED]
