you came by today and found me on the ground
in a puddle of tears, blood, and old photos of us.
instead of dealing with me, you called the police.
i could see you there, could hear you calling for someone else to take me away from you.
i could see you looking down at me, but i didn't respond to your voice. your words, saying why you weren't here, why you weren't at our home, you missed me, you were sorry i got hurt, you'd see me soon.
i heard you and didn't respond.
i just made pretty patterns with tears and blood.
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Empty Hearts
Short Storyif you loved me why'd you leave me? A really sad genderless story