Injured Heart
My heart bleeds with every aching moment.The trickle quickens and thickens,
the slow tears become those famous rivers.
What am I to do with this truth?
How am I to live with this pain?
This pain that you have bestowed on me.
The uncaring way,
the tossed aside,
the removal from your picture
cuts deep,
cuts jaggedly,
cuts painfully.
Everyone left,
everyone chosen,
your choice.
Why do I try,
Why do I want, care?
The solidarity of an unpopulated life
beckons with painless pleasure.
Painless love,
painless belonging.
No one to please,
no one to do tricks for.
Just open acceptance.
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