jumbled like a rockslide within
making me shift through unwanted memories
torturous times I'd spent with him.
The one who for the longest time
I had thought to be the one
but once again I'm left empty
he held the trigger, shot the gun.
The bullet pierced perfectly,
embedded in the center of my heart
breaking in down the middle in two,
two spearate pieces where my life's torn apart.
Half of me dying, half left aching
for you to return, remain by my side
even as I realize you're not worth
all the tears you've made me cry.
Yet I'm still here; arms outstretched
my bleeding heart held in my hands,
warm blood dripping away what used to be
but now we live on separate lands.
Seeking for unsticking glue
to patch the voids you've left behind
wandering around like an unseeing zombie
trying to erase your part of my mind.
So that no longer would I remain tainted
or having to shuffle through irksome debris
and finally be able to brush you away
clearing the path for me to be freed.
(c)Mary Irene Cousino
very deep
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