Have I ever been as scared
As I lay that night in bed with you?
Perplexed by what I had just heard.
Broken bed, blankets ripped
Blood trickled down my right hand
Placed upon my chest
And when I extended my hand towards you and
Touched your face
You did not flinch.
So I brushed my hand all over my lips
Drop, drip, pour: bloody waterfall from my pores!
Look at me, baby, do you see it?
You squinted, pulled in closer, and
breathing your life onto me
You kissed my bleeding lips
Licking them pristine, drinking down my dreams.
Your tongue awoke me inside.
Oh, and how I had tried
To lock myself in, never go outside
But when I opened my eyes,
Your stars, my planets, and our souls did collide
And when I looked at you
My friend, the shooting star from that day at the beach twelve years ago
flashed fleetingly through your eyes and smiled,
My baby, your chest was bleeding too!
I do not think I have ever been as sure
As I lay that night in bed with you.
~It all changed when I told you loved you~
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Excerpts From a Lonely Heart
PoetryYou are holding my heart. Peel off a layer - there lays an enigmatic labyrinth. Dig deeper, and you will come face to face with a mystifying puzzle. The thing with a heart is that it does not only go deeper. It is such a dynamic complexity that it...
