loving him bled
like hemorrhage
he used his soul
to patch up his
and stitch his wounds
with all his heartstrings
now what's left
is a shallow heart
to be filled by someone else
don't tell me
you did not deserve pain
just some of the pain
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Unmuffled
Poetrya collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
