Jagged thoughts

Shards of glass piercing my heart,

crumbling in my bloodstream,

infiltrating my veins,

as you walk away,

i see your steps dripping with blood,

staining my memories of you,

Deep Crimson splattering the ground,

as you walk out for the last time,

Days go by blood turns to dirt,

still stinging,

your voice a memory, still singeing,

i wish that these wounds would close,

i want to feel whole again.

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