Bleeding Heart, and sick mind.

The story of a girl who has an illness. She falls in love with a boy he is secretly in love with the girl but denies it for his friends. He gives the girl a flower, a Bleeding Heart. to her its a sign

You sit…pondering the flower. A beautiful, soft pink Bleeding Heart. And you think of how much it represents you…The delicate petals, the name especially, Its beautiful heart-shaped curves. You suppose it was an omen, since the one who made your heart bleed gave you the thing. The young dashing blond boy with the crooked smile and cruel intentions…to play with you. At this moment you are filled with pain…and hatred.

 

You make your way the kitchen, to the drawer filled with shiny sharp objects your mother keeps locked away from you. But she doesn’t know that you saw her hide the key. You grab the biggest knife you can find and safely lock the drawer and replace the key in its cubby behind the breadbox. You walk out the door into the moonlight and towards the one who made your heart bleed. A silent tear rolls down your soft white cheek. You go to his window, and beckon for him. He stirs and opens his window with only a look of annoyance, the look twists your heart and more blood pours from it.  You climb in the window and you kiss him, he hesitantly kisses you back, then he pushes you away. You take a step back, pull the knife from your waistline and hold out your other hand. He takes it and a look passes between you and him, a look of pure joy. But you can’t help but suspect its fake. Your suspicious mind creates the words that cause you to plunge the blade into his heart and lay the flower over the wound as he bleeds.

 

“He’ll make your heart bleed again, you should listen to us Kelly…Listen to us.”

Reviews

[LoneWolf]

Hurt easily leads to hatred when conditional love fails us...especially when comparing firefly glow with starlight. Like the difference between conditional and unconditional love, the bug’s light perishes the moment the night grows cold, whereas the stars shine regardless of reciprocation. One love dies within a night, one love shines for a lifetime and beyond.

The girl in the poem is a victim of conditional temporary love, deceived by the glow of a sinners love, he could not give more, and the seasons grew too cold for fleeting lust to survive.

*smiles kindly* I’m probably wrong about it all, I’m sorry for the experiences you must have gone through in order to write this tragedy.

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LoneWolf

[Sean Eddingfield]

Sad... but not very scary. Thanx for sharing.

[Just Brooke]

Beautiful imagery, you make it easy to imagine everything. Its very unique, I enjoyed it. You chose your words well and it flows evenly. I love it. Very deep poem. And its cool that its lengthy. I like poems like this.

[al25]

Like the imagery. Everything seems to flow really well.

[Matt Shriver]

Flowed so well. Very vivid and descriptive. I loved it. Well done.

[Linear]

Strange tale of hopeless love set in a surreal picture...It flowed with red dripping blood from two twisted hearts broke in two :O)

[Short.Nerd]

I like it! Its a bit mysterious but good. Great job!

[JulieNorell]

LoneWolf...I'm compelled to reply...I've had no experience like this. Heart break is rare for me for I find it hard to let anyone in, save my 2 close friends and my family, everything I write comes from the inner workings of my complex-over worked mind.
Your review is like poetry...I enjoyed reading it...:)

[wafa]

I feel wordless breathless i really like the rythm of images, how they come suddenly they go, the subject is also touching " one side love" is the hardest feeling, it is a real suicide; you really describe it well Julie...Thanks for sharing!!!

[Rachel]

Wow this was really good. So good that I just kept reading it and didn't even notice any grammar errors untill I started reading the comments.