Bleeding heartsA Poem by AntaraThe crimson that escapes the thousand cuts that decorate my heartYou slowly get acquainted to their faces, Then get familiar with their honey voice. You memorize their scent and Commit their face to memory. You learn about their history And accept their wounds and scars. Then you make your magnanimous Yet undaunted claims of love. And then you wrap the binding threads Around your bleeding hearts. Then you start stitching Welcoming the agonizing sting Pretending that its love. Until you realize only when its done The tangled mess that can’t be undone. So long your hearts beat together Until they decide to rip them apart. Tangled threads snapped One by one by one. Until there is only a bloody mess Waiting to be ignited by three match sticks © 2018 AntaraAuthor's Note
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