You were bleeding out
Like rivers running
Into the ocean
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You lived in shades of red
And crimson cuts were
All you knew
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And I never felt
Your hand in mine
Just the knife you held
Sinking into my flesh
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I should’ve known
You drowned in the pain
Because you loved it
Because you’d grown
Addicted to it
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Darling the love stories
About dying together
Aren’t as romantic when
It’s you who holds
The knife
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I would’ve cut myself open
To save you but
I draw the line at
You drawing the blood
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Harboring Happiness - Day 1
Today in harboring happiness, I idle on the front porch while a finch flitters through the resident pile of leaves littering my yard. The hounds huff at her rustling between cracks in the sagging, sunbaked fence. I wonder if she is nesting or scavenging for rootless seeds. Yet, happiness imagines she is playing hopscotch instead, as if even birds understand these silly little things need time and a place to exist.
By Sam Eliza Greenabout 12 hours ago in Poets
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