
You asphyxiated my sick lungs
with softened lips and a sweet tongue.
You drained the blood from my veins
while it rained the remains
of mesmerized pain.
You broke my heart
and left me
alone.
Dead.

About the Creator
Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
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