My heart is shattering,
I feel the shards, puncturing my lungs,
Its hard to breath, my lungs fill with blood
Suffocating…I feel the wounds bursting,
Crimson drips from the scratches and sores,
Glass cutting through every bit of love ever had,
It hurts but not as much as your love,
For your love cut me more ways than one,
I sit and weep over a lost love,
A love never truly had,
Tears flow from my crimson eyes,
your the only one I want to hold,
I desperatly need words so loving,
But I know they shall not be uttered by the lips I need,
I shall settle for second best, I’ll hold the one thats obssessed,
As the one I love holds the one whom loves her,
Such a fickle thing love be,
Lets watch crimson’s pain, lets sit and see,
I don’t need love, and it doesn’t need me.
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