out on her sleeve,
plain as day on her face
she wears her heart
torn into bits
that spatter him with
the love she craves
but oblivion blinds him
from what he can’t understand
(she can’t understand)
and the salty droplets
mix with the blood
(the love?)
so that she can’t wash it away
his obsession preoccupies
the heart that he should hand over
and though she tries
to bait her hook
with the right words,
he doesn’t bite
(oh but he bites)
and she pines,
pieces sliding down her cheeks,
sleeve shredded,
for him to
spread open his lids,
catch her wounded words,
and restore her heart.
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Wow, thats alot of emotions there, amazing, I loved it.So bitter and sweet.Great job 🙂
Rebel
The emotions are overflowing to much for me to fully understand but I adore your talent I have added you to my blog roll and look forward to your new works.
Thank you. I will check out your blog as well. 🙂
This poem is fantastic……made my stomache flip. You write so well. 🙂