Ripped Stitches
I stitched the names of
Loved ones
Onto the bleeding surface
Of my broken heart
To try to stop the steady stream
Of hope
From flowing out
And pain
Flowing in
But the stitches
Did not hold
My heart together
And I finally found out
Why
They ripped
Through the fragile exterior
And left
A bloody mess
Of torn up flesh
And agony
In their wake
They tore right through
Because they wanted to be free
Of the restrictive bounds
That held them in place
In my heart
So they ripped it apart
And found their freedom
And happiness
And love
While they left me behind
With my battered heart
Rotting on the floor
And I walked through
The rest of life
With a hole in my chest
So no one
Could hurt me
Ever again
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