My Bleeding Heart

A thousand stabbing wounds

You left in my bleeding heart

With those shards your threw

When you tossed at me the edged news

That you were in search of a new start

One where I’m not with you

 

So all we ever did, all we ever said

All your tenderness, all my fondness

It was all nothing more

Than an abstract picture

In the back of my mind

So my daydream has come to an end

Feel free to exit

While I get my first-aid kit

-Juliet Rivor © May 2017

 

A heartbreak so bad it makes you feel your heart is actually cracking inside. Good thing nothing lasts forever, and time mends all wounds… or so they say…