Hearts Bleed



the want is deep, in a love, where the heart bleeds

there is no puncture
no physical wound
to release the swelling ache
that grows inside
it boils slow
with a pain of tears
that it flows over pouting lips
taste of bitterness
the tongue does lick
saltiness of sorrow
from days that pass into tomorrow
a heart that bleeds
floods inward
without escape
left to decay
a heart that bleeds
broken and shattered
when love hurts
hearts bleed

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