inspecting the damage
I have done unto myself
by allowing my heart to love you.
My arms are bruised and limp,
tired and overworked
from holding onto you so tight.
The scars on my hand
were etched in each time
I held yours in mine.
The blood on my heart
is from begging yours to join with mine.
Only to be pierced by the words
never and goodbye.
Finally,
raising my head
to look at my reflection,
I see the emptiness
in the eyes people once described as fiery.
The damage that you have done to my body and soul causes tears to erupt from the very core of my whole being.
I cry for lost love.
I cry for my lost self.
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