if you could see

Mar 9, 2017 | Prose and Poetry

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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