if you could see me bleed
you’d see the colour of broken dreams
seeping through open wounds
thick and gushing, the darkness blooms
what’s left inside me
is but a shallow stream
of muddled emotions
coming apart at the seam
and if i try to fight it
the erosion of my spirit
i fool myself into thinking
that dreaming is believing
if you could see my heart
you’d see there’s not much left to tear apart
but a single vein that thrums, it fights
splitting open to a new façade.
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