his heart was directly connected to mine,
our veins shared blood,
our heartbeats were perfectly in sync,
together we stayed alive.
when he left, the bond connecting our hearts snapped,
blood poured out of every orifice,
my heartbeat slowed to almost nothing at all,
and I wondered whether the same had happened to him.
but his heart had healed quicker than mine,
and while my love slowly bled onto the floor,
he found his love from somewhere else,
his heart connected to someone else.
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I feel like I apologise for the poor quality of every poem I post. This one was slightly rushed but I supposed my thoughts are all a bit hurried at the minute. I guess this poem kind of sums up how I'm feeling at the minute.
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Poetrypoetry to reflect my turbulent, troubling, and tiresome time on this planet.
